Ethan asked Christopher who groaned. “Are you upset because Agatha’s sister accepted your cousin’s proposal?” “No.” Christopher didn’t move from where he was reclining on the settee in Ethan’s library, a book lying on the table beside him, unread. “Have you ever done something you later wished you hadn’t?” Ethan smirked from where he sat in his chair. “Sure I do. Every day I wish I hadn’t made the mistake of introducing myself to you.” “Why, you’re just a bundle of laughs, aren’t you?” “I try to be.” “Well, you’re not.” With a heavy sigh, Ethan closed his book and turned his full attention to him. “What do you wish you hadn’t done?” “A week ago, I made the mistake of betting my wife she’d be coming to my bed before I come to hers.” “You did what?” “I did it to prove that she wants to be intimate with me.” “Which is why she hasn’t been to your bed.” “I suppose you think you’re funny.” Ignoring his friend’s shrug, Christopher rolled his eyes.
