“Risking a glance at the dignified young man beside her- what was his name?- Mr. Arthurson, Arterton?- Pandora decided to try her hand at some small talk. "It was very fine weather today, wasn't it?" she said. He set down… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Mr. Winterborne," Pandora asked, her blue eyes lively with interest, "where do these board games come from? Who invents them?" "Anyone who designs one could contract a printer to make some copies." "What if Cassandra and I make one?" she… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
