CHAPTER THREE
Edward wanted to hear all about her evening when he took her out for a drive the next day.
‘Did you find Mary Lindley to be very much like you?’ he asked her.
She smiled. ‘Peter didn’t think so; he told me he found her to be infinitely more attractive than me.’
‘That man has absolutely no taste!’ Edward scoffed.
‘Mary’s fiancée seemed to agree with him.’
‘Thorne? Well, I suppose he does—after all, he’s going to marry her.’
‘Yes.’
Edward quirked an eyebrow. ‘You don’t sound too sure?’
‘Oh, I’m sure they’ll end up getting married after all. It’s just that—well, they’re a bit of an odd couple. Dom Thorne must be quite a few years older than her, for one thing.’
He shrugged. ‘Thirty-five isn’t that old.’
‘On him it is!’
Edward laughed. ‘He certainly hasn’t made a conq
