“She wants money? Lisa.”
“She doesn’t want me to pay her,” Stephen said, looking miserable. “She wants me to marry her.”
Simon tried unsuccessfully not to burst out laughing. Ben also wanted to, but succeeded better at the non-reaction.
Stephen glared. “She said she wants me back. She wants to be a duchess. I wouldn’t even if I—I mean, someone who could do this, it’s so—so tasteless. Are you laughing? Stop laughing.”
“Sorry, sorry…” Simon waved a hand. Ben caught the glass of scotch before it fell, and set it out of reach. Simon inched closer to him on the sofa, possibly for easier defense against future attacks of random clumsiness, and gave him a look that meant thank you.
“In any case.” Stephen scowled at his sibling more, not terribly intimidatingly. “Anything you can do would be
