Boy, was he mistaken. Convincing a woman that they had to have a huge wedding because it would leave everyone in ten counties talking for years about the wedding of the century, because it would be the right social setting for them, and because it would be in their best interest was going to be more of a challenge than Neil had expected.
The way she kept shaking her head, pacing his bedroom back and forth, about to wear a hole in the golden area rug at the foot of his four-poster bed, told him she wasn’t convinced. She wouldn’t look at him. In fact, she kept her mouth shut in a way that showed how stubborn she could be. But he knew that already. After all, he’d seen and experienced it, but he thought he’d softened it and pried it away. Well, at least that was what he did in bed. Maybe tha
