Isaac chuckled, a low sound escaping his throat as he toyed with a lighter between his fingers. His long, narrow eyes lifted slightly, a hint of the playboy's charm in his gaze. "So, you're telling me this Miss Shannon is quite the capable woman."
Sean took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily into the air as he responded with casual indifference, "Her abilities are indeed considerable."
Anyone who could drive someone as composed and steady as Tristan to madness had to have something special. And judging by what had happened so far, Cynthia was far from being just another spoiled heiress.
"Did Miss Joplin meet Cynthia yesterday?" Jimbo shifted the topic smoothly, "That one is notoriously difficult. Didn't she try anything?"
At the mention of Miss Joplin, Isaac's lips curved into a knowing smile. "She might not have done anything just yet, but who's to say she won't pull some strings behind the scenes?"