There was a smirk in his tone then, she swore. You forgot former State Department attach , Smabbsy school teacher, and a linguist, fluent in Italian, Farsi and Gaelic. But can you cook, he said in flawless Gaelic. She folded her arms over her waist and regarded the hulking shadow of a man, the foyer light offering only a look at the razor sharp creases of his dark trousers breaking over her shoes. His hand rested on the banister, a heavy gold signet ring catching the light.
Telecommunications is an amazing resource.
Yeah, well, spare me from listing my bra size or the time I lost my panties under the bleachers with Grady Benson, she said. It irritated her further. Search the net and find out, she snapped, not liking at all that he knew so much about her and she didn t know diddly about him. She hadn t had the chance to find out anything much, except that he d been reclusive since a disfiguring accident, a widower, and that he would, in a couple of days, take in a daughter he had never met. Curiouser and curiouser, she thought as she went to get her bags.