Bride By Design. Leigh Michaels

let herself sag in her chair.

      David sat down again, smiling. “Most gifted? Eve, honey, even Henry said I was only one of the top three.”

      Eve ignored him. “How odd that Mrs. Morgan never said anything about wanting an heirloom for her daughter when she talked to Henry about that project.”

      “What kind of project is it?”

      Eve rolled her eyes. “She’s got all these worn-out old rings—”

      “Oh, yes. Henry told me about that one.”

      “Well, she only gathered them up in the first place so she’d have an excuse to call him twice a week for the last two months.”

      He looked startled. “You mean she’s chasing after Henry?”

      “Ludicrous, isn’t it? She must have gotten the message that he’s not interested, so she shifted her attention.”

      “Lucky me,” David murmured. “But the old darling did us one good turn.”

      Eve’s jaw dropped. “What?”

      “She made it clear that we’d better start playing Twenty Questions, and fast. Do you want to start, or shall I?”