Chapter 35

“I hear she changed her name years ago after hearing that Eric Clapton song,” his sister told him later that night in a flood of conspiratorial sibling conversation, which came naturally to her, “although I can’t imagine Eric Clapton or any man being attracted to her, with that cold, prissy Irish Catholic nun attitude. Of course, Lleyton adores her, so I’ll just have to make the best of it, I guess.”

In a flash, Jade saw it all clearly—his sister planned on marrying Lleyton, scion of one of the richest, most well-connected families in the state. And, together with his equally controlling mother, she would turn this perfectly nice boy—whose curling blond hair, large gray eyes and bow-shaped mouth reminded Jade of the green bronze bust of an unknown Greek youth that still kept poignant vigil on his mother’s writing table—into a political or corporate robot.