She looked so brittle—vulnerable almost. Adam felt an unwanted stirring of sympathy, but pushed it ruthlessly aside.

“There’s no point fighting this,” he said, hoping Reggie would see reason. “They are all good men, but different enough to give you a real choice. I’m certain you’ll decide which you find most compatible in that period of time.”

“Are you now?” The vulnerable air evaporated to be replaced by the scorching look and frigid tone she’d brandished before.

So much for that stirring of sympathy. Obviously, Miss Nash could hold her own in any war of words.

“As for this contract—” her chin titled up at a militant angle “—I’m sure I’ll need time to study it, perhaps have a lawyer look it over, before I sign it.”

Adam stiffened. He was a trained lawyer, which she knew quite well. And he was here to help her through this. “I’d be glad to explain any—”

“I’d as soon ask the devil to explain a scripture.”