Love, she was learning, was needing someone even when he offered nothing but himself. “It takes a brave man to want a woman who wants rather than needs him,” she said instead. “Fortunately, I can be brave. Shall I show you my Victoria Cross?” “Now, be serious.” “I am. From the moment you galloped at me on an oversized horse when you were thirteen years old, you have been the bravest woman I have ever met.
