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hand to shake. “National pride. I apologize. Who'd you play for?”
     
    “ Jets not Giants, I'm sorry to say.”
     
    “ Don't be. I enjoy watching the sport, but I'm not an avid fan. If you're representing New York, that's good enough for me.”
     
    Laughing companionably, Rupert gave his sister a nod of approval.
     
    “ What do you think of all the Radmacker business?” Rupert asked Hank directly.
     
    “ I see a lot of weird sculptures and constructions, but I don't get any of it.”
     
    “ Why did you agree to come?” asked Rupert baffled.
     
    “ Because I want to impress your sister and if this is one of her main interests I'm going to have to get used to going to these functions, if I want to see more of her. Anyway, I'm hoping once the honeymoon period is over I'll get a reprieve and she'll revert to her girly friends to see this pretentious mess called art.”
     
    Howling with mirth, Rupert clapped Hank on the back. Hank was not the type of man he ever imagined his sister to date. He was monstrous in size, easily a foot taller than her. His hair was long and blonde, reminding Rupert of a Barbie doll. His jaw prominent and protruding, covered in sandy stubble to soften its angularity. The eyes were icy blue and narrow, like an eagle. His ears and nose were long and unmissable, particularly with his hair styled into a pony-tail. Dressed in an expensive suit, his fidgeting was a tell-tale sign that the venue and suit were not normally included in his extracurricular activities. There was nothing physically attractive about the man whatsoever, yet he was likable and seemed to genuinely have feelings for his sister. That was enough for Rupert.
     
    “ Thank god for the bond of brothers. I was thinking the same myself. Show me a bar and a thumping beat and I'll not want the night to end.”
     
    “ You love culture, Rupert,” said Liz trying to inveigle her way into the conversation.
     
    “ Yes I do, but in small doses. This is like a twelve course meal of culture. I can't fully appreciate it in one sitting.”
     
    “ I appreciate you coming and I appreciate finally getting to met Liz,” said Imogen.
     
    “ You, little sister, always see the best. That's what makes you special. Hank, remember that.” Rupert's voice was edgy in his veiled warning to Hank. Though taller and heavier than Rupert, Hank respectfully acknowledged the message.
     
    “ I know and I will,” he assured the British billionaire.
     
    “ Let's get this over and done with,” groaned Hank.
     
    Rupert felt the tugging at the sleeve of his tailored navy blazer, he turned to see Liz. “You okay? That wasn't too awkward was it?”
     
    “ Not at all, your sister's lovely.”
     
    “ If you like this we can take our time. I'll even let you lecture me.”
     
    “ Why do I have a feeling that would sour any chance I had with you?” she mused, flicking her long blonde hair.
     
    Liz was the epitome of a porcelain doll stepping out of an English nursery rhyme. Pale blue eyes, blonde hair, a rosy flush to her translucent skin. Her eyes reflected uncertainty. She'd opted to come in a suit, not a dress. Black and knee-length, the skirt accentuated her pear-shaped figure, typical of British women. Daringly, the buttoned up suit jacket had no blouse or singlet top underneath. A bra was the only support for her small breasts. Classy and understated. She made Rupert proud to have on his arm.
     
    “ Is something bothering you?” whispered Rupert discreetly.
     
    “ I didn't know you were into American football. I wasn't aware you even had an interest in soccer, as they say out here.”
     
    Distinctly uncomfortable, Rupert's hand went to adjust the tie that he wasn't wearing. The white tailored shirt already had a few buttons exposed, to taunt the female population with a hint of what lay beneath.
     
    “ I grew up playing sports. Rugby mainly, but I enjoy most sports.”
     
    “ And clubbing too, it seems.”
     
    “ Sure. Not