RASMUSS

rden for tea. Now, it was just the three of us in the spacious living

ight with anger. "Grandpa, what is th

d I ask you? Is your opinion important? How many debutantes have I introduc

ight. I had zero interest in t

aze shifting to Faye. "Faye, my child, don't be angry. Huston is a bastar

Miss Beaumont's opinion? She just made it clear she

e just stared quietly at the dancing flam

this woman playing at? First a refusal,

ress, "with all due respect, I'm not interested in you either. My wife must be someone who can stand with

tude was infuriating. I wanted to see her expression

d. "Huston! Shut up! How dare

head. There was no anger in her ice-blue e

her lips. "Mr. Huston Rasmussen, first, your so-called 'top of

fr

iet but every word a shard of ice, "y

n washed over me. So she wa

own at me, and said, word by word,

King of New York, the top star in the NHL, was

ng than losing Game 7 o

carpet. He stared at Faye, then at me, a

pping his thigh. "Huston, did you hear that? She said you're not good enough for her!

m shame, but from pure rage. This wom

picked up her coat. "Arthur, thank you for y

d laughing and rushed to stop her. "Faye, my

, so close I could smell the faint scent on her

words through my teeth. I d

ere long, like tiny brushes. There was no

e said, then trie

. It was thin, her skin cool, but I

a low voice, surprised by

er wrist, then looked back up at me, her eyes even colder.

ed as if it ha

andfather's heavy voice cut

t document from his coat and

one is leaving this room today. There ar