Endymion raised his eyebrows at that turn. Desi had called him exacting, but now he was making it sound awfully hard to find a wife. (Endymion decided to ignore naive. It was, after all, a dig he had heard more than once before.) “Well, I’m not saying it doesn’t require a small amount of effort –” one could find a perfectly suitable match to Desi’s specifications in a minute, but one did have to woo them as well, and that meant on some level Morgan did have to try. “But I shouldn’t think anyone would turn you down, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” Endymion teased, with a grin.
He was sure it wasn’t what Desi meant – Desi was an eldest son; his family had money; he was certainly handsome and confident and sociable enough – but he didn’t know what else his friend possibly could mean by that, either. Falling in love was the difficult part. The rest was surely simple as pie.
He was sure it wasn’t what Desi meant – Desi was an eldest son; his family had money; he was certainly handsome and confident and sociable enough – but he didn’t know what else his friend possibly could mean by that, either. Falling in love was the difficult part. The rest was surely simple as pie.
