"My mother keeps talking about heirs too, but she seems to think that my children will have the McKinnon name," she said, giggling. If people thought that it was because she dated married men and not because her mother preached about women's independence, it was even better for the cover.
"Thank you," she said, taking the bottle. "Have a seat. We must catch up, even if we can skip discussions of your family." Marcus Yaxley was another man she'd always looked at in terms of possible ops but until now he seems less than interested in anything more than a one night stand.
She put the bottle on the coffee table, letting the house elf open it and deal with it, while she sat down. "And there isn't much to say about me. I knew that sooner or later I'd have to leave there. It's not like I need the money. Grandfather left us plenty, but I get bored doing nothing all day. I'm already looking for something else."