She nodded a bit and looked around at the street. It was so different to be walking someplace. She was used to chauffeurs and having every whim granted without question. She'd always been Daddy's little girl. Maybe if her parents hadn't divorced, maybe if her mother had been a part of her life, things would have turned out differently.

And then the dreaded question came up. Priscilla avoided looking at Key; she still didn't know what to call him or her... "My father is a very rich and powerful man, but not all his business is legal. In fact, most of it at least sits on the grey edge between lawful and not." She took a deep breath, glanced up and nearly walked into a lampost. "He wants to force me to marry someone to get rid of his debts to that person. He made the promise without consulting me and even though I said no, he still expects me to go through with it." It sounded too incredible, too far fetched, to be believed.