Lord Greystone ushered his sister outside, then lingered in the doorway, looking oddly reluctant to leave. “Can…” The long fingers of one hand drummed against his muscled thigh, then stopped. “Can you make a signet ring?” His question came low across the small shop, to Amy, not her father. “A signet ring?” she said with a small smile. “Of course, it’s a simple matter.” Beside her, Robert stopped polishing. “Excellent.” Lord Greystone paused, frowning a bit. “I’ll send a messenger with a drawing of the crest,” he said at last. “And my direction to deliver it when you’re finished.” Amy nodded,
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