Evangeline, while always one to enjoy a good portrait gallery or stroll in the park, had not her sister’s love of all things historical. She tried to keep up with her fiancé, but by the fifth hour she was starting to wilt. Also, the new boots she had decided to wear pinched horribly. Really, when a man plans a surprise excursion, he should at the very least inform the lady of appropriate footwear.She found Will was much of the same mind. Not regarding the shoes, of course (although if he had been wearing pinching boots, he, too, might have been a bit sour), but he didn’t have his friend’s interest in far off lands, different cultures, and random trivia.“Really?” she replied curiously to this new information. “But you run a shipping line, I would think you’d enjoy life abroad.”“Not really.” He shrugged. “I paid my dues on a ship, mind you, but what I do now is much more business related. I hate to disillusion you, but I’m not a swarthy pirate who rides the seven seas.
