"Why would I leave my wealthy husband and settled life for scandal, exile, and uncertainty with a twenty-four-year-old, restless, unpredictable boy?"Ransom felt something sinking in his chest, leaving a hollow. Ah, he should have realized, but Damon had seemed so certain. "He has not mentioned marriage to you?""Certainly not. We never spoke of such a thing.""But my brother is under the impression that you want a divorce from your husband, madam. He's making plans for a new life with you and the child."She laughed curtly. "Then he should have consulted me instead of you. I certainly never encouraged such an idea. What can he be thinking?"Elizabeth Stanbury was a handsome woman with sharp features, ivory skin and a long, swan-like neck. Everything about her was slender— willowy he supposed was the right word—and perfectly arranged. Even the ringlets on each side of her face were identically balanced. He could see what had attracted his brother Damon, who always sought the prettiest, fastest, most expensive and newest— whatever he thought others would say he shouldn't, or couldn't have.
