Aidan, really, a Ming vase?” Horrified at the thought of destroying such a treasure, Alexandria considered grabbing Joshua and running from the house.
Deliberately Aidan leaned close so that his warm breath stirred the tendrils of hair falling over her ear. “I have had centuries to admire the piece. Losing it might give me the incentive to patronize a modern artist.”
“That is sacrilege. Don’t even think it.”