Couple of gins, please, Phyllis,” Mark said briskly. “It’s a pleasure, sweetie. It really is,” Phyllis assured him. “Who’s your friend?” “This is Pen. Pen, Phyllis. She’s the landlady here. What she says goes, so watch it.” “Oh, tush. You’re very welcome, Pen.” She passed him a glass. “What a lovely name. Are you much mightier than the sword?” Pen coughed explosively on his gin. Mark shot Phyllis a glare, took up his drink and ushered Pen to a booth, which offered a bit more privacy. “Sorry about her. No manners.
An Unsuitable Heir by KJ Charles













