Chapter 3

Tearing his gaze away from the photo, Danny skimmed through the background information. Evan was twenty-six, an architect, just starting out. But exceptionally talented according to the evaluations he’d received both in college and during his internship. The words “brilliant” and “innovative” were used multiple times. He’d been raised speaking three languages fluently and could get by in a half a dozen others. And by the time he was twenty, he’d traveled all over the world.

This was the man his mother thought would be right for him? This creative, adventurous, free spirit? No, this wasn’t the kind of man who would willingly tie himself to someone as staid and dull as Danny. With half relief and half regret, he realized Evan Dwyer would never agree to this mockery of a marriage. Shaking his head, he laid the open file on the desk and redirected his attention back to his mother.