“It’s my father’s name, too.” She shuddered. “So that’s out. We’ll have to find something else.” “There is nothing else. There’s Ashbury, or Duke. Choose one.” Emma thought on it for a moment. “No, dear husband, I don’t believe I shall.” He dropped his fork and glowered at her. She smiled. He doesn’t trust anyone, Khan had said. But he respects those who challenge him.
