“You make a good case, but that isn’t surprising. You could sell sand in the desert, my dear Amanda,” he said with a smile that, from anyone else, would have been warm. “Both offers are enticing, and both have their merits. But you forget, I could just as well keep you all.”
“You could,” I said coolly. “But where’s the fun in that?”
He barked with laughter, throwing his head back in an undignified manner that would have made the prim and proper Augusta curl her upper lip. “Indeed. I’ll tell you what. I will accept one of your offers—after Kitty’s broadcast, provided she follows my script.”
“Which offer?” said Amanda, and he shrugged.
“That’s the fun of it, isn’t it? You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Neither Amanda nor Greyson seemed to think it was any more fun than I did, but we kep
