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Walters waved a hand. "My
apologies for the attempt at humor. Please, have a seat. Brandy?"
"Yes, please." It was all he
could do to not suggest that Walters hand him the whole bottle.
Returning from the sideboard with two
glasses Walters sank into the guest chair next to Gideon after handing him his
drink, rather than sitting behind the desk. "So," he said without
preamble, "you think you want to marry my daughter."
Choking a bit on the swallow of brandy
he had taken, Gideon managed. "Of course."
Walters had crossed his legs and begun
jiggling his foot while staring down into his own brandy glass. "I have to
warn you that Jacqueline is not in favor of the marriage."
Gideon frantically searched his memory.
Was Jacqueline the daughter or the wife? He couldn't recall that he knew either
name so stayed silent.
"My wife is overjoyed of course.
Her father was a merchant and now her daughter will be a countess."
A-ha! Jacqueline was the daughter. His
future wife and he hadn't known her name. Nor that her mother had come from the
merchant class. And her father didn't seem inclined toward the match either.
Perhaps Gideon would ask for the
bottle.
Walters' pale blue gaze rose to meet
his own again. "From all that I've heard about you, Harrington, I wouldn't
have thought you to be a man of few words."
"I'm,
ah, overcome with the event."~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Oh Gideon. Never change. Haven't read Trials of Artemis? Check it out on Amazon (Kindle and Print): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CR70RF2/
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