Miles wasn't sure if he should tease her, or just plain tell her the truth. Either way, she was going to be miffed. In the end he just raised an amused eyebrow at her laughter.
He waved away concern about the jail. "It wasn't her that put me in jail, it was the nasty tosser who I stunned."
But she sat like that and he licked at his lips, knowing far too well what she was up to when she sat like that. "Why she's Mrs Bletchley, don't you know?"
"And yes, it's all true, and legal and binding, for now." He had the marriage contract in his hand and he tossed it casually to her, leaning back in his chair and getting a very tempting eyeful up her robes.
"Aren't you lucky we decided against fidelity? I couldn't deprive the rest of the women in the world."
He cursed under his breath. "I was going to write to Terry. Bollocks. Sorry about that. Jail, and eloping to Russia and all, and then the ball," he added with a wink, a hand trailing up her leg.