Remington sighed. “I suppose I need to call the palace, too. I’m closer to thirty thanyou.”
“By twenty-three days.” Blackwell never dreamed that his old barb might mean a ticking clock now. He quickly changed the topic. “So, I take it Lucinda is not going to be yourCountess?”
Remington cursed softly. “We won’t suit long term. I think growing up in the United States affected both of us in different ways. Neither of us had a chance to find love incollege.”
In the movies, finding the right wife came off as an adventure, but in his world marriage came with a stopwatch saying that they must marry within a certain time frame, followed by old world whispers that love was for dreamers andfools.
The picture of Donna, sweet smile, dressed in black, brought him back to the present. Hopefully he’d get both. If she was a physical and mental match, then it allowed his heart to admit that this rush might be about love. He shook his head and refused to share those sentiments with his friend. “You are smart to realize that before the vows. I took Donna to Prince Aussa’s wedding last night, and I have to say I’m surprised in a good way that her name was on the print out. Now I have to convince her that this is a goodidea.”
Remington’s deep voice boomed from the speaker. “Convince her? Nice twist. Well, good luck Blackwell. You always outshine your competitors. I look forward to meetingher.”
They said goodbye and Blackwell ended the call. No one was going to stop him from finding her again. Donna Smith was a perfect choice to be his wife and with her, maybe he could also find love. Anything waspossible.
