Husband Material (London Calling, #2)

by Alexis Hall

AS MATURE AND GROWN-UP AND (mostly) over it as I’d been at Miles’s wedding, the drive home was by far the best part of the evening. Now that I was no longer feeling the pressure to be supportive of my dickhead ex and his child bride, I could join in with Oliver in mocking their vows (we get it, you like each other), their choice of venue (we get it, you’re unconventional), and the guest list (we get it, you know a lot of artsy people and rich bastards). Although that did make me feel a bit bad in retrospect when, two days later, JoJo showed up at my office. “Chap to see you,” explained Alex. “I mean, I say ‘chap,’ but he is wearing rather a lot of makeup and, well, one’s supposed to be sensitive about these things, isn’t one?” The list of people it could have been was very short, not that I had any idea what JoJo Ryan was doing at CRAPP. “If it is who I think it is, Alex, then you’re good. He’s a chap.” “Pleased to hear it. Wouldn’t want to call a chap a chap when a chap was actually a chapess. Fearfully bad form to go around mis-chapping chaps, isn’t it?” “Oh, fearfully,” I told him and went through to see what the hell was going on. Unfortunately, Rhys Jones Bowen had got there first.