"Gina Watt? No way, she's so short..." Eliza Bell almost jumped out of her chair. That woman didn't look the least bit seductive; how could she possibly fancy a man like Julian Carter?
"To women she's short, but to men, she counts as petite and dainty." Joshua Hughes held a cigarette between his long fingers, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke from his thin lips. The haze blurred his sharply cut features, hiding his expression from view.
Petite and dainty? Dainty my ass. The thought that she actually had a love rival and hadn't known a thing about it made her bristle. She'd always thought a block of wood like Julian needed a slow burn, but clearly she couldn't afford to take it slow anymore. She wasn't the only one with an eye for quality. Of course the Watt Family wanted a capable man as their son-in-law; Gina was their only daughter now. Picking Julian meant they could also hitch themselves to the Hughes Clan—two birds with one stone.
