"Your job was to make him fall in love with you. And then, once his guard is down, he will propose marriage." Raphael's voice was smooth. He rested his elbow lazily on the table.
Sharona let out a low chuckle. "Look, gentlemen, I have been dealing with men for a long time. Bankers, billionaires, generals, heirs—you name it. I know how your minds work. I can identify the type within minutes of spending time with them. Your boy…is afraid of commitment. It's not about me. It's about him. Did something happen to him?"
"I have no idea," Tom said. His fingers drummed against the wood of the booth. "The only person who would know is his grandfather. So what do we do?"
