The JOY of Murder: A Historical Cozy Mystery | 
“Oh, thank goodness!“ Pierce said, relief flushing over his rich-bad-boy features. “I wasn't sure you'd be home. Is Dai available?“
I gave him my most displeased frown. “You should have called. You can't just show up at a young lady's house whenever you please.“
“There wasn't time, Jacques. This is important.“
My usual retort of “It's Jacques, not Jackie“ rose in my throat, but I clamped my mouth shut before it could escape.