Harry shook his head. “How can I believe that? You’ve known Kate for eleven years. How, in three weeks, can you possibly—”
“When have I ever lied to you?” James asked quietly.
There was silence for a moment. “Never,” Harry answered.
“Then trust me now. I love your sister.”
The frown didn’t fade entirely from Harry’s face. His gray eyes were still worried. “Does Kate know?”
James shook his head.
“I know you have an arrangement with her,” Harry said. “But . . .”
“But will she be happy to marry me?”
“Yes.”
James managed a wry smile. “I don’t know. That is where the difficulty lies.”
Harry regarded him for a moment longer, his expression sober, and then smiled. “I wish you luck,” he said. “You know that nothing would make me happier than you and Kate—” He held out his hand.
“I know,
