Page 134 of A Scot Is Not Enough

“Because you’re sold on the merits of wedded bliss?”

“Because I’m sold on you.” She winked at him.

His mouth dented a grin, and he tried to be equally quiet. “My money’s on Miss Fletcher.”

“Margaret?”

He shook his head and said close to her ear, “Miss Mary Fletcher.”

“Her? No. She’ll never marry. Not for all the love of Scotland.”

“Why? Is she too dedicated to the league?”

“More like too stubborn, too arctic, and too remote. She’s a distant island. No man can reach her heart.”

Their heads were bowed for a closing prayer. A quick blessing was given, an amen said, and the newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Gideon Sloane faced the congregation. Gideon shined like a man in love, and Alexander was truly happy for him because he understood.

Because his happiness—the clever blonde—was sitting beside him.