As he started to turn from her, Suzanna gently pulled him back. “William, darling, what would you have done if my poor Papa had tried to keep us company?”
“Well, I probably would have knocked him out, thrown you over my shoulder and run off with you that very first time after I met you,” William confessed.
She smiled up at her husband and smiled that smile that always stopped him cold, “Exactly, my dear,” she said patting him on his cheek. “Give them fifteen minutes and then take them some champagne. I’m sure they’ll both need it by then.”
“Suze, I like the fellow. I like him a lot. But are we sure of all the young studs who showed up tonight that this is the one to whom we want her to attach herself?”
“Darling, we agreed that it wasn’t going to be up to us. It’s up to Claire who she loves and ultimately marries. Unless I miss my guess, Claire and Randall have been struck by the same lightning bolt. Let’s let them decide where it leads, shall we?”
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