“I’m so pleased to finally get a chance to see your condo, Ransom. I’ve heard nothing but amazing things about it.” Marjorie Lane, the wife of one of Ran’s business associates, had been trying to corner him all evening and had finally succeeded when he’d been distracted by the various items on the buffet. “It’s so…masculine. Of course I would have expected nothing less from a man of your standing. Although I must say that chrome and glass are more to my own taste—they give a house an elegant, modern touch, don’t you think?” She drew in a breath, but before he could say a word, she chattered on. “Now, you must show me everything.” She linked her arm with his and tugged him away from the buffet and into the living room. “It was kind of you to allow your young designer friend to dabble at dec
