He must focus on Lady Lily. She was a pretty lass who would, without doubt, make a fine bride.
He'd felt physical attraction to many ladies over the years and had trysts with some of them, but he had not thought it necessary or advisable to be emotionally drawn to his bride. He wanted a wife incapable of manipulation or hurting him. Physical attraction didn't have anything to do with emotion. Did it? Nay.
"Is Lady Grey married?" Fraser's question snagged Cyrus's attention.
He frowned at his brother, even as he waited in anticipation for the answer.
"She's a widow." Rebbie's dark eyes remained serious. "A very good friend of my cousin Rose."
Fraser almost grinned at this information. Damnation, his roguish younger brother had his sights set on her. And what difference did it make? Cyrus certainly had no interest in her.
"Unfortunately, her husband died a penniless baron," Rebbie went on.
Cyrus scowled. Widows of such men were the worst fortune-hunters.
"She does not appear penniless," Dermott observed.
"Nay, indeed. Rose told me she owns several properties and shops in Aberdeen. She's doing very well for herself, and I'm glad. She's a kind lady and highly intelligent."
Cyrus had never considered that a woman would want to own shops, but he supposed it would be a good option for a widow.
"She is indeed beautiful." Fraser raised a brow, his blue eyes sparkling with devilment.
"Who was her father?" Dermott asked.
"He was a merchant," Rebbie said.
"You jest," Cyrus blurted before he realized he was going to say anything.
