What a marvelous creature she was, quick to anger, but even more easily pleased. Now that she’d emerged from the cocoon of her grief, she was like a beautiful butterfly, and his heart ached with the knowledge that he could never capture her. Finished with the fire, he turned to warm his back near the flames, watching Amy flit around his private courtyard…the courtyard Priscilla had failed to even notice on her one visit to her future home. He shook himself. Priscilla embodied everything he required in a wife. He wasn’t a man to let physical attraction rule his life—he never had, and he had no
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