“If you were really willing to marry me for a million pounds, Sophie, how would you see that marriage working?”

“I wasn’t serious when I said I’d marry you for a million pounds,” she whispered, when the waiter had melted into the background again.

“I know. You were being flippant. But if we were to speak hypothetically…” Will let the rest of the sentence dangle and watched her mind race behind the perfect blue of her eyes. “I’d put a million pounds into your bank account… What would I get in return?”

“A million pounds…?”

Her eyes glazed over and he could feel his lips start to lift. “I believe that was the price you put on it.” A million pounds…and then she could live the life she’d just outlined to him.

She shook herself. “We’re playing hypotheticals?”

He nodded.

“Well, if that were to ever happen…it’d have to be a strictly business arrangement. A paper marriage—no sex, no children, no complications.”