Tierney let out a chuckle and allowed his sister to loop her arm through his. He was certainly not living in a fairy tale, whatever his sister may have thought; there was nothing so radical, he thought, about the notion that his sister may find love. She may have been a little fiery, but he refused to believe all British men disliked women with spark.

"Whatever you desire. Anything to pretend I'm working," he teased before leading her onward.