Just Like Heaven (Smythe-Smith, #1)

by Julia Quinn

“You need to get better,” she whispered. “I don’t know where I’ll be if you don’t.” And then, so softly that he barely heard her: “I think you might be my touchstone.”

But he was glad she was here. He had a feeling she might be his touchstone, too.

“I was looking at you,” he said, his voice so quiet he barely heard it. “I was looking only at you.”