Zachary Redgrave raised an eyebrow, speaking with a straight face.
"I agree. Countless heiresses and socialites would kill to marry into the Shaw Family, let alone a man as dapper and so handsome it's a crime."
"You'd better keep a tight leash on Dr. Shaw. Hold on to him tight."
Hannah Hale tilted her head and nudged Laura Lowell's arm. "Are you even listening?"
"Aren't you two being a little dramatic?"
Zachary Redgrave grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth haphazardly. "The line of women who want to sleep with me would stretch from here to Glacior. Never mind your Dr. Shaw—his status alone probably beats me. Just imagine how many women that is."
'Seriously.' Laura Lowell was utterly speechless.
'Who makes a comparison like that and still manages to brag about himself?'
Hannah Hale picked up a crab leg from the table and threw it at Zachary. "Have you no shame? How can you so brazenly claim the line stretches all the way to Glacior?"
