"Huh?" Diana blinked.
"Why did you marry him?" Glyn asked. "I figured since he's a jerk, maybe he's just an eye candy, and perhaps that's why you—"
"It was a deal."
Diana breathed out.
"I didn't marry him because I wanted to. It was arranged."
"Oh…" Glyn nodded. "That makes sense. So all I have to do is get him to date me?"
She turned to her brother.
Ian nodded. "He's not going to be easy to deal with, but surely you can handle him, no?"
"I can do just about anything, brother." Glyn crossed her legs.
"Then you're going to get close to him and be—"
"A spy. Yeah, yeah, I get it." She glanced at Diana. "You don't have a problem with this, do you?"
"No! Not at all." Diana was quick to shake her head. "I really couldn't care less."
"My…you sure don't like him at all, do you?" Glyn rose from the chair. "Well, this won't be easy. He looks like a cautious man."
"He is," Diana added.
"How so?"
She clenched the fabric of her sweatpants.
