He lifted a torsade of pearls. “Still, you must wed, Amy. With these jewels you could buy a title—” “You mean marry a nobleman?” The topaz ring fell from her hand to the bed, and her eyes burned into his. “No. I’d never be able to reestablish Goldsmith & Sons.” “No, of course you wouldn’t.” Absently, he fingered the heavy twisted ropes of pearls. “But you’ll be in France, not London.” “I’ll open a shop there. Not right away, but eventually.” “But—” “No buts, Colin.” She smiled at her use of his words, then turned serious. “Yes, I’m female. But I’m also a jeweler, and I promised my father I
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