At least, he didn’t consider himself as such. If he had more than his fair share of female admirers, it wasn’t something he set out to accomplish. It just happened. Most times, he took it in his stride. He saw what he liked, he went for it. And he liked a lot about Victoria Wakefield. Truth be told, there wasn’t anything about her he didn’t like. He remembered the first time they’d met. Abbey had needed a favor, and he’d been glad to oblige. Even with his workload booked for months, he’d taken one look at Victoria and decided he’d take on the job himself. He’d already broken rule number one when it came to his work: never apply sentiment, no matter what. But alas, it looked like he’d been doing that since the project began. And now, he was taking her to a dinner party. This would be his chance, if he wanted one, to make his move. He’d certainly held back well enough so far.
