Tempest (Old West, #3)

by Beverly Jenkins

Even if he was still angry, he could at least acknowledge her apology. “I’m not sure we’ll mesh,” he finally said. “Neither am I. A grown man should be able to acknowledge a sincerely offered apology and converse in sentences consisting of more than five words. Good day, Dr. Lee.”

I’m not a whore, Dr. Lee. I don’t plan to have relations outside my marriage, and I don’t expect my husband to seek solace with someone else either.” “So, you’ll accept my needs in the marriage bed without complaint?” “As long as you extend me the same courtesy.” “Good women don’t have needs.” She scoffed, “And you call yourself a doctor.

“Beautiful women aren’t supposed to be as intelligent as you seem to be.” “And handsome doctors aren’t supposed to be as plumb dumb about women as you seem to be.”

“They’re two different people, Colt. You keep forgetting that. Adele always aimed to please you, no matter what. Regan doesn’t impress me as being here solely to make your head larger. She’s a woman who walks beside a man, not behind.”