She was concerned that her leg was not healing as quickly as she had hoped. It had been a month now, and despite that she had not put her weight on the leg, she was never free from throbbing pain. In addition to the woes of her infirmity, now she was upset by her obtuse brother. His snub of her husband was simply intolerable. As she lay alone in her bed, the crackle of the fire the only noise in the room, she held a dozen imaginary conversations with Randy. He must allow himself to get to know Nick, for to know Nick was to admire him. But what could she do to lubricate the process? She had already admitted her deep affection for Nick, and that had only served to rankle her wretchedly snobbish brother all the more. Perhaps Randy would soften when he saw how well the ton would accept Nick once they began to entertain on the lavish scale she had planned. She was assured the grand ladies and gentlemen who inhabited Mayfair would flock to Menger House, if for no other reason than to see the finest townhouse in all of London.
