Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4)

by Kerri Maniscalco

“Your happiness is always necessary to me.”

“You do say you like a man with a rather large—” “Stop.” I held my hand up. “I beg of you. My uncle is right there.” “Brain.” He finished anyway, grinning at my reddening face.

There was none of that “he loved me in spite of” nonsense. Thomas saw who I was—flaws and all—and I was more than enough for him, as he was for me. We needn’t complete each other; we complemented each other.

I’d choose Thomas in each and every lifetime, if such things were possible.

“And the present is more glorious than the future and all of its unknowns.”

You will not die on me, Thomas Cresswell. Do you understand? I will kill you if you die!”

“Beyond life, beyond death,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, “my love for thee is eternal, Audrey Rose Cresswell.”