“Mr. Darcy the gentleman has taken a temporary leave of absence. He was thrown overboard last night. Now, Darcy the gentleman would never even have taken you up on your most gracious offer of the bed last night.”
“And who, pray tell, are you sir?” she was grinning herself now, forgetting the impropriety of the moment; lost in the silliness of the moment and Darcy’s daring smile.
“Fitzwilliam the Dread Pirate Darcy,” he said quite gravely.

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