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388 pages, Hardcover
First published February 2, 2016
"Wake up! Eve, you bloody well wake up and fucking breathe."
Oh, she hated when he did that. Hated when she was primed for a good, bloody fight and he just iced over and walked away from it.
And he knew she hated it.
It was he who moved. He rose, came to her, took her cold hands in his. Without a word, he simply drew her to her feet and into his arms where he held her so gently she felt she would break ...
"We'll have this very nice tea with a healthy dollop of brandy. It helps"
She didn't have the heart to tell him she didn't like tea, or brandy, so she took the cup.
"I know you really don't like this, but ..." He pulled her in, wrapped his arms around her in a fierce hug.
"Don't be a git. I'll be in touch."
"Let me see through on this bleeding thing."
"Let me see what the buggering hell it is."
"Give me the shagging coffee."
Roarke said nothing, but his hand slipped into his pocket, and his fingers closed over the small gray button her carried there, always.
“He’s a fine young man, and one who loves you without restrictions. Finding a mate, a true one, is a rare and precious thing.”
And the heart of the heart, she thought. Yes, he’d found that, too.
“I don’t even know how it happened, but even when he pisses me off, I’m grateful every day it did.”
“The best possible description for a good marriage.”