Chapter 8“You are one very lucky woman,” whispered a heavily bejeweled woman into Blythe’s ear, “to have a man in your life so enamored with you, especially one so gorgeous.”
Still numb from the shock of what had occurred, Blythe could only nod. She had heard numerous comments of a similar nature for the past twenty minutes, ever since the final three bachelorettes had been “sold” and the auctioneer himself, shaking and mopping his sweating face with his kerchief, had raced from the stage toward the bar. Meanwhile, beside her at the table sat Wolfe, politely thanking a seemingly endless stream of people who ventured toward their table and offered praise while he, somewhat bashfully, shook their hands.
A short time later, the tide of well-wishers began to trickle off, and only then did Bl
