“Find out everything you can about a Mrs. Ackerley, a widow now betrothed to Sir Lyndon Mather. Tell me about it tonight.” “Oh, aye? Why are we so interested in the right bastard’s fiancée?” Ian ran his fingertips lightly over the box again. “I want to know if she’s exquisite porcelain or a fake.”
She deserves the truth either way, but still, I do like this line
