“No?” Watching him, Magdelana traced a scarlet nail around the rim of her glass. “She must be quite a woman.” “She is, yes. A remarkable woman.” “She’d have to be. Would I like her?” For the first time he laughed. “No. Not a bit.” “What a thing to say.” She slapped playfully at his arm. “I’m sure I would. We have you in common to start.” “You don’t.” His gaze was cool and clear. “I’m not who I was.”
