It had been a long, long time since Delaney had had a conversation like this, since she had had someone with which to make delightfully disparaging remarks about people she didn't like. Brunnings fell under that category, for sure - she'd met him once, and she'd despised him immediately.
And Anabel fell under the other category. Delaney couldn't remember the last time she'd met someone she connected with so immediately on a level like this - not romantic, not sexual, but two people who understood each other as intellectual and social equals.
Meeting Anabel had been a stroke of luck indeed.
Thinking this, she almost missed Anabel beginning to perform the charm, until the tingles hit her and she sucked in a breath. When the color became apparent, and Anabel confirmed the result, Delaney's smile grew wider. "Really?"
She hadn't known it until now, but of the two choices, this was what she thought she might prefer.