Twenty-Eight“A most remarkable record of service. No doubt he’s been too modest to mention it to you, Mrs Studebaker?”
Hector de Vile gave Edmund a sly wink and topped up Caroline’s wine.
“You’re right, Senator, as usual.” Caroline smiled at both men.
She was looking quite attractive tonight, Hector thought, in a green-and-white off-the-shoulder evening dress and matching emerald necklace and earrings. Not beautiful — Caroline Studebaker would never be that. ‘Handsome’ might be a better word. Her arms were sculpted and strong — from years of moving boxes in her warehouses, he supposed — and her brown eyes had a steady penetrating glint. The candlelight from the dining table lit up the deep copper tint in her wavy brown hair. It came to him in a rush that it would be a foolish man who un
