Her eyebrow raised…. every so slightly.  Just a quirk.  But she’d already seen it in his eyes, the glint of approval, the appreciation of her answer, the craving for her wit.  With one sentence, Eveline Ann Violette had passed her interview and the rest would be only a formality.  Her lip curled ever so slightly, her eyes flashing mischieviously, his amusement mirrored in the dark flecks that danced in her irises.  She would be Colin MacGregor’s wife, because she would have no choice and because in that one moment Eveline knew there would never be another who would stoke her inner fire the same way.  She could feel it in the pit of her stomach and the air between them crackled with an electricity that many dreamed of and few ever found.<br/><br/>“I never indicated I was brought here against my will or that I did not wish to be here, Colin.  Only that I was given no choice in the matter.  You presume to assume my choice would have been to leave.”  Even as she answered, she knew he could read the very hint of humor in her eyes, the decision to turn this interview into a game only the two of them could play.<br/><br/>“I am no fool, Colin MacGregor,” she reminded him, letting her tone softening ever slightly, as though she were acknowledging his superior position in the matters.  “I will walk out of this room your wife or not based upon your decision, not mine, as our society has done for generations upon generations.  Unless you wish to change things?”<br/><br/>The lawyer down the table gasped at the audacity, but Eveline ignored him, her eyes only for Colin.  If her parents were fuming, she no longer noticed.