““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 asked. "Could we sell it at your store?" "I don't want to make a game," Cassandra protested. "I only want to play them." Pandora ignored her, focusing intently on Rhys. "Come up with a prototype," he told her, "and I'll take a look at it. If I think I can sell it, I'll be your backer and pay for the first printing. In return for a percentage of your profits, of course." "What is the usual percentage?" Pandora asked. "Whatever it is, I'll give you half." Raising one brow, Rhys asked, "Why only half?" "Don't I deserve the in-law discount?" Pandora asked ingenuously. Rhys laughed, looking so boyish that Helen felt her heart quicken. "Aye, that you do.””
