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Younger sisters were clearly a punishment for ill deeds in former lives.
Nothing made a bad day worse like a beautiful Englishwoman.
His hand tightened at her elbow, strong and steel, meant to comfort but only reminding her that comfort was fleeting. That sorrow was the most honest of all the emotions. Sorrow and regret.
“Listen to me,” Sesily said with firm conviction, squeezing Lily’s hands tightly and forcing her to meet her eyes. “You do not let them win. Not ever. There is nothing in the world they like more than tearing a woman down for having too much courage. And there is nothing in the world that makes them angrier than not being able to break her.”
“You’re the very best kind of scandal,” he grumbled as he headed for the door to the room. At least, that’s what she thought he said. “I didn’t hear you.” “You’re the very worst kind of scandal,” he said, louder. That wasn’t what he had said. She couldn’t keep her smile from her face. “What does that mean?” “You’re the kind of scandal a man wants to claim for his own.” She gaped at him. She’d never in her life heard something so romantic. And she certainly hadn’t expected it to come from the mouth of this massive, moody Scot.
“It is a great fallacy, you know. The idea that first is most meaningful. That second is. That any that follow are. That the circumstances of those early encounters somehow mean more than the one we choose forever. It is the lie the world tells us, but you have taught me to know better.”
