“the tavern wench arrived and she had the biggest—” “Benedict!” Eloise exclaimed. Benedict looked over at his sister with a supremely guilty expression, yanked back his hands, which were demonstrating the size of what was clearly an impossibly endowed female, and muttered, “Sorry.” “You’re married,” Eloise scolded. “But not blind,” Colin said with a grin. “You’re married, too!” she accused. “But not blind,” he said again.
