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‘Never try to turn back on a new road—you don’t know what adventures await you.’”
Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork.
“I’ve learned that while gossip about others is often true, it’s never true when it is about oneself.”
“There’s very little you can’t have…so long as you dare to reach for it.”
St. Vincent had, against all odds, learned to care more for someone else than he did for himself.
“Ah, Evie,” she heard him say softly, “I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil.” “Only your heart?” she asked ingenuously, making him laugh.
“Half measures. My God. I love you so much that I’m drowning in it. I can’t defend against it. I don’t know who I am anymore. All I know is that if I give in to it entirely—” He tried to control the anarchy of his breath. “You mean too much to me,” he said raggedly.
“You can s-send me away, but you can’t stop me from running back to you. I want to spend every day with you. I want to watch you shave in the morning. I want to drink champagne and dance with you. I want to mend the holes in your stockings. I want to share a bed with you every night, and to have your children.”
If you can love me without conditions, Sebastian, can’t I love you the same way? I know who you are. I think we know each other better than we know ourselves. Don’t you dare send me away, you c-coward. Who else would love my freckles? Who else would care that my feet were cold? Who else would ravish me in the billiards room?”
“Would Lord St. Vincent allow you to have access to such private information?” Daisy asked doubtfully. Lillian countered in a droll tone, “Does he ever refuse her anything?”
