“Why did…” He let out a low breath and a short grumble. “Are you interested in either of Fenut’s sons?” “What?” She turned on the board to face him, holding the bar behind her back. “No. Maybe in another life. They were nice and all, but not my type.” They were totally her type, but these days, it seemed that if a man wasn’t blond, sullen, and statuesque, she had no interest.
