"The life of a writer," Jo agreed. Saturn's habits were so strange sometimes Jo wondered whether or not he was truthful. Perhaps 'inspiration' was some sort of subtle codeword for taking someone to bed. Was that a conversation she was to have with her brother? Merlin, Jo hoped not.

Although it was likely just a byproduct of her alcohol consumption, Jo found herself becoming intensely attracted to Mr. Binns. English folk were the hardest for Jo to gauge for conformity, though, so her likelihood of bedding him herself was small. Especially when she considered how determined he was to call her Miss Smith.

"I was in Greece, Athens specifically. There's a team working on the Parthenon," Jo said easily. "Have you been?'