Romancing the Rake (Brotherhood of the Black Tartan #2)

by Nichole Van

What was it an older matron had once said? Men need to be needed, but women want to be wanted.

“I learned long ago that when faced with a difficult task, I am better off sorting it myself rather than waiting for a man to assist me. In my experience, a man will show up days too late, half-sprung, and then complain about having to help, all while watching

me do what needs doing. Though I do not have a habit of disparaging your gender—” she shrugged, “—you did ask.”

“I am no one to

you, Lord Rafe.”

She had already traversed this path with Lord Rafe, purchased a season subscription to the Heartache and Stupidity Revue.

Love did not need similarity of thought or interest. Love required only attention and care, thoughtfulness and generosity of soul.

Love, she realized, was not the sort of thing to neatly fit into parameters and boundaries. No . . .

Love took many forms and needed to be accepted as it came. To do otherwise was to risk a life of eternal disappointment.