"The engagement was just a stopgap. I've said all along that I wouldn't marry her!" Elliot Sheridan said casually.
This grandson of hers, Elliot Sheridan, had grown up right under her nose. Miss Sheridan didn't dote on the eldest or the youngest, but she spoiled this middle one rotten.
It wasn't that Elliot Sheridan was an opportunist; from a young age, his temperament had always set him apart.
He had his own mind, refused to follow the herd, and was wise and decisive.
All that spoiling in his childhood meant that now, even if they wanted to rein him in, they couldn't.
Miss Sheridan stomped her foot in frustration. "Joanne is a good girl, no worse than Georgia Thorne! We know her and her family inside and out. We could rest easy if you two were together!"
He wasn't worried about Sharon Ennis; the one Elliot truly worried about was that old diehard, James Sheridan.
