“I came because apparently, you have so many damn rules in Seattle that I do not know of. Imagine getting things ready for the marriage of the century, and then you get a call from one James Foster, telling you you cannot get married when you want to.” Elizabeth sighed in obvious impatience and leaned back on the chair with a pout. “Is that how your council works here?”
Varden rolled his eyes and pretended to be surprised about the news. “You don’t say.” He paused, sitting his ass down and looking at her with one eyebrow raised. “And what were his reasons? Explain so I can understand.”
Inside of him though, he was happy as hell. That night at the resort, he had spoken to Foster, and for the first time, hadn’t threatened the man to get what he wanted. And surprisingly, Foster hadn’t given
