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Phillip’s lips parted in surprise. “You saved my letters?” “Of course. Didn’t you save mine?” He blinked. “Uh . . .” She gasped. “You didn’t save them?”
I should like to marry someone gracious and considerate, who treats me like a queen. Or at the very least, a princess. Surely that is not too much to ask.
Even if he never loved her, he would value her and not take her for granted.
She knew bad memories, knew how they could squeeze a heart and haunt one’s dreams until one was afraid to blow out the candle.
“You happen to life, Eloise,” Anthony said. “You’ve always made your own decisions, always been in control. It might not always feel that way, but it’s true.”
He reached behind her and shut the door for her, turning the lock with a loud and ominous click. “What are you doing?” she asked. “You were worried,” he said, “that we might not suit.” Her lips parted. He stepped forward. “I think it’s time I showed you that we do.”
“I thought I could drown in your eyes. I thought”—he moved in closer, his words now as much breath as sound—“I could drown in you.”
Don’t settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don’t know what you want, be patient.
