Fifty-Two“What was he doing here?” Edmund scowled.
“Who?” Caroline raised her eyebrows in innocent inquiry.
“Sebastian Russell, that’s who. Don’t tell me you don’t know him.”
“Oh, him. I believe he came in to buy a gift for a lady.”
“A lady? What lady.”
“I didn’t ask him her name, Edmund. I had no idea it was that important to you.” She flashed him a scorching look. “You seem rather out of sorts today. Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all. He just gets on my nerves. In fact, we’re in luck. Senator de Vile has invited us to his testimonial dinner. Indicated he’d be honored if you would sit at his top table with him. I presume that includes me. He specifically mentioned you.”
“Really? Well, that is something. When is it?”
“This coming weekend. At the National Exchange Hotel in Nevada
