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“I’m haunted by you,” he said brusquely.
I’d rather be alone with a fantasy of you than have a flesh-and-blood woman in my arms.”
If you won’t promise me forever, West Ravenel . . . I’ll take what I can have of you.
“Take my advice, you daft block o’ wood. Be happy while you’re living—you’ll be a long time dead.”
“Henry was so determined to think of me as perfect that it devastated him when I was petty or cross or careless. I wouldn’t want—” Phoebe paused. “What?” West prompted after a long moment. “I wouldn’t want to live with such expectations again. I’d rather not be worshipped, but accepted for all that I am, good and bad.”
“To think of the courses I took in Greek history and German philosophy, when what I needed was an introduction to bookkeeping.”
“What does a chicken say?” he asked Stephen, holding up a wooden figure. The toddler took it from him and answered, “Rowwr!” West blinked in surprise and began to chuckle along with Justin. “By God, that is a fierce chicken.”
A heart could make as much room as love needed.

