It didn’t help that Caro turned on the waterworks. “I guess your ploy at getting the caterer’s attention backfired,” his future brother-in-law, David, said, handing him a glass of amber liquid on the rocks. Keegan stared at the glass and then at the man behind the wet bar. David was the perfect man for his sister. Intelligent, rich, good-looking, well-connected, yet there seemed to be something missing from the man. Keegan sipped the Scotch, relishing the burn and slightly fruity aftertaste. “Dad broke out the good stuff?” “This is what we asked the caterer to stock. We had to special order it from a shop in New York.” David sampled his own glass. “Worth every penny, don’t you think?” “Indeed.” “And they found a great Premier Cru Supérieur to go with tonight’s meal. Do you know if the caterer was able to accommodate the food request?” “Of course they were.” Caroline smiled brightly as she threaded her hand through the crook of David’s arm. “I think they’re preparing a duck breast to go along with the meal.”
