The Soldier's Scoundrel (The Turner Series, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

He had come here to get to the bottom of whatever hold, if any, this fellow had over Charlotte, not to mentally undress criminals.

Did you somehow not notice that I nearly fucked you against a building on Piccadilly the other night?”

“If after less than two days in a sleepy village you’ve managed to find someone willing to do what I have in mind, I’ll tip my cap to you.”

“I’d like to know how you managed to debauch yourself on four continents without being able to say cock or fuck.” “Gestures, for the most part,”

“You stubborn, ignorant bastard.” He was speaking through gritted teeth. “I love you. I don’t want you to die for me. I don’t want you to be hurt at all. I want you to be safe, with me. Why is that so hard to understand? What if you had died tonight? What the hell would I have done with myself once I had figured out that you did it for me?” Jack forced himself to look directly at Oliver. “Then you would have known that you were loved in return.”

“You bastard. I want you to stay alive so I can continue to love you.”

“Is there some kind of pamphlet that lists what sexual practices are acceptable after being shot? Perhaps you could lend it to me so I don’t make the same faux pas twice.”

“I’ve never thought of myself as the type of man to be shot in a crime of passion.” “That’s because you aren’t. I, however, am.”