A red brow rose. “Not Ewan.” His brow furrowed. “Who? Who do we know who is good enough for her?” Grace smiled then, full and open and uncalculated. She looked to Whit. “Who, indeed.” “Beast?” Devil thought he might lose his mind at the idea of his brother touching Felicity. “Oh, for God’s sake,” Whit growled. “You just might have the intelligence of a hedgehog. She means you, Dev. You marry the girl.”
