Twenty-seven“How did you know when it’s the right man to marry, Misty?”
Ever since her encounter with Aristide Laurent this afternoon, Lani’s head had whirled with the craziest notions. She didn’t understand it.
Leilani Manolo, the girl who was so used to being one of the boys that her head had never been turned by any one of them, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about a man.
And such an unsuitable one. A romancer who’d already accounted for two women in the very short time she’d known him. One of whom had killed herself, and the other he’d apparently dumped on his way to Will Davenport’s door. They were only talking because Vino d’Oro had chosen someone other than Meadows to represent them.
She was sorry about the French woman who’d killed herself, but she was a tad ashamed at the
