“I know you don’t,” Blair replied. “I sensed that right away. Just as I sensed that you, Randall, are somehow one of us Winfields. But how is that possible?”
“I was hoping you could tell me that,” he said.
Her brows lifted, but she only said, “Let’s sit down. I had some tea waiting, just in case.”
Sure enough, a pitcher of iced tea and several glasses rested on a silver tray on the inlaid coffee table in front of the sofa. Did Blair Winfield have some sort of precognitive ability? That would be a powerful gift for a prima to possess.
He and Joanna sat on the sofa, while Blair returned to the wing chair where she’d been waiting for them to arrive. Apparently, Joe wasn’t to be included in this conversation, because he inclined his head toward his prima in a casual farewell before disappe
