Hello Stranger (The Ravenels, #4)

by Lisa Kleypas

“Kiss me,” she commanded, “or I’ll break your nose.”

“Your patients all have four legs. H-he only has two.” “Which means he’ll be half the trouble,” West said reasonably.

“Soon after Devon’s son was born, he came to me and said, ‘Someone has to absorb all the poison that’s been passed down through generations, and keep it away from the ones who come after us. It has to stop with me. God help me, I’m going to protect my child from my own worst instincts. I’m going to block every violent, selfish impulse that was instilled in me. It won’t be easy. But I’ll be damned if I turn out a son who’s exactly like the father I hated.’”

No man is entitled to your blind obedience, no matter what he’s done for you. Furthermore, you don’t have to be your father’s son, especially if your father happens to be an amoral arse who’s hatching plots to kill people.”