His Convenient Marriage. Sara Craven

a smile that lingered appraisingly, and frankly approved.

      My God, Chessie thought bleakly. First the waitress, now Linnet. Am I the only woman in Britain not to have registered his attraction on some personal Richter scale?

      ‘So, when did all this happen?’ Linnet went on.

      ‘Tonight,’ Miles returned, his face impassive. ‘We’ve been having a celebratory dinner. You’re the first to know.’

      ‘How marvellous,’ Linnet approved fulsomely. ‘I’m sure you’ll both be fabulously happy.’ She paused. ‘When’s the big day? I suppose you’ll marry locally?’