Then again, he had just stumbled upon his closest friend kissing his sister senseless, so perhaps a little indulgence was due. Surely if this continued he’d either lose his voice or everyone else in the carriage would lose their hearing. It went without saying what everyone’s preference would be. Jane did feel bad for Charlotte and Mrs. Fairchilde, however, they’d done nothing to deserve bearing witness to Michael’s wrath. “What the hell is wrong with you, Worthe?” Michael roared yet again. “Nothing is wrong with me.” Gareth held Michael’s gaze. “And nothing is wrong with Jane, either.” A hush fell over the carriage. “I never said there was,” Michael bit off, his jaw clenched. “You didn’t?” Gareth cocked his head to the side. “Perhaps not in so many words.” Beside her, Michael stiffened. “I never—” “Then why did you not want her to go to London?”
