Gemma stared. “Six what, Tansy? Hundred? Thousand?” Her lips twitched. “Sheep?” “Sheep?” Tansy balked. “What would I do with sheep?” Gemma laughed. “You tell me. This is basically my dowry we’re discussing.” She rubbed the front of her throat. “Six, um, million.” Gemma didn’t even bat an eye. “You got it.” And just like that she wrote out the check. “There.” She signed it with a flourish. “As you can see, I’m more than willing to put my money where my mouth is.”
