He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival
“But I’m not entirely convinced that Henry Jones is the best person to handle such an important project.”
Miller’s confusion was evident as he furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Do you know him personally?”
I chuckled softly, my eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, Colonel Miller, I know Henry quite well,” I replied. “In fact, he’s my ex-husband.”
The shock on Miller’s face was evident, but he quickly recovered, masking his surprise with a composed expression.
“I see,” he said. “Now, Miss Parker, tell me exactly what it is that you want from me.”