Chapter 22
McDuff opened his mouth, but his brain could go no further. Had he not daydreamed, and nightdreamed, about Victoria since he first shook her hand in her father’s house weeks ago? He certainly didn’t have the brightest prospects when it came to making a match for himself as a glorified policeman with the anchor of his brother round his neck.
No.
Nothing romantic or even practical was on the table here. No matter how attractive this woman was, how intelligent, how beautiful, how powerful, he’d be nothing more than a pawn.
A useful plaything with no chance of ever knowing the rules of the game.
“I do not like the way this is going,” Jean said. She glared at McDuff, but his brain remained useless and frozen. “We all agree that enforced matchmaking for women is horrible. What wo
