The woman he was going to marry.Her red hair was pulled severely if neatly back from her face, and what a beautiful face it was. Perfectly sloped nose, eyes a bit wide-set and slanted. He’d bet green.Jock Kinncaid ignored the conversation going on around him but nodded and made appropriate noises. The guy was a bore, some doctor or other who was completely full of himself.The people were here to write checks for whatever cause was deemed important by the evening, or rather whoever was hosting this event.At least the food wasn’t half bad.He pulled at his collar and watched her as the doctor made some sort of motion and Jock’s woman came over.Jock watched her. Her long black gown draped over her perfectly, yet it seemed too harsh for some reason. Wrong.She was still beautiful.And she did have freckles, across the bridge of her nose, on her neck, her collarbone.He caught something flash through—he was right—amazing green eyes as she walked closer, though he almost missed it.The doctor waited until she joined the group and then he leaned down and said something in her ear.
