The Highwayman (Victorian Rebels, #1)

by Kerrigan Byrne

“I was thinking,” he said some time later as she paused for a drowsy yawn. “Since ye doona have any family to love anymore, ye could love me…” Instead of meeting her gaze, he studied the way the pristine white of her petticoat bandage made his hand look that much grubbier. “That is, if ye wanted.”

Omg my heart

“He described ye so many times, I feel as though any of us would have recognized ye had we seen ye on the streets. He told us of yer kindness, yer innocence, yer gentle ways and boundless curiosity. Ye became something of a patron saint to us all. Our daughter. Our sister. Our … Fairy. Without even knowing it, ye gave us—him—a little bit of sunshine and hope in a world of shadow and pain.”

“I—suppose if I was being completely practical, I could take a lover. That would solve both of our problems, wouldn’t it?” “I would kill any man who dared touch you,” he informed her coldly.

Very caveman, but I kinda' love it. Lol