You must have someone pictured in that cool, calculating head of yours. If you were ever to consider marriage…’ ‘Ha!’ ‘No, but say your career depended on it. Say you really needed a wife. Who would it be?’ Nick’s fellow lawyers were clustered around the bar late on Friday night, and they weren’t letting him off the hook. So Nick thought about it—but just to humour them. There was no way this could ever be serious. ‘Okay. Wife requirements coming up.’ He frowned. ‘Anyone I married would have to be independent. I don’t need a wife so she couldn’t need a husband.’ There was a hoot of derisive laughter and the questioning intensified. ‘We guessed that much. Independent. Okay. What else?’ ‘Beats me.’ Nick gave a mental shrug. This was stupid. Marriage wasn’t on his cards at all. But if it was… ‘She’d have to be really something,’ he said slowly, thinking it through. ‘Tall and gorgeous. Of course.’ ‘Oh, of course,’ his friends agreed, rolling their eyes.
