The blond guy who’d been bidding for Medusa ambushed Steve three feet from the door. “Mr. Jaax? This is a real pleasure. Let me introduce myself. Bob Reynolds.” He stuck out his hand, and Steve, a sucker for good manners and not adverse to making nice with someone who’d been about to drop sixty-f...
Eleanor informed Lydia on their ride over to Lady Pickler’s in her ducal carriage. She eyed Lydia’s newest gown—as it would happen, a purple one—sardonically. Lydia chuckled. “Come now, Eleanor. I am not so enamored of my own reflection as that. I simply asked for a heliotrope-colored gown.” “Wel...