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

by Sarah MacLean

He liked that lining very much—the nod to her love of color. The proof that something was left of the girl he’d loved, even if she’d grown into this woman who looked down on him like a fucking queen.

They were planets, drawn to each other. No. He was a planet. She was the sun.

I shan’t ever not seek you, Grace. You are my beginning and end. The other half of me. And you always have been.

If the choice was a lifetime with him or a lifetime without him, there was no choice. Not one worth considering.

“I do not want to be Your Grace ever again. All I want is for you to be my Grace.” He kissed her again. “It’s always been you. Every day. Every night. Every minute. Since the beginning. This is the sum of my ambition: To be worthy of you. Of your love. Of your world. To stand by your side and change it.”