Daring and the Duke (The Bareknuckle Bastards, #3)

by Sarah MacLean

I loved you the moment I set eyes on you a lifetime ago, but what that was—it pales in comparison to how I love you now.

“He gave us each other,” she said, watching the rooftops. For twenty years, she’d traversed this city from up on high, believing that the rooftops were the place she’d stolen from him. Claimed for herself. But they weren’t stolen. They’d been gifted. He’d given her this place.