“I’m sure you wouldn’t have trouble finding a partner,” Grimm consoled him. “They’re all too tall.” Gwen turned from where she walked arm in arm with her father and said, “I’m not, Commodore.” Bayard frowned at her. “You’re too . . . Lancaster.” Lord Lancaster arched an eyebrow. “Too Lancaster?” Gwen said merrily. “You’d lead,” Bayard deadpanned.
