Portrait of a Scotsman (A League of Extraordinary Women, #3)

by Evie Dunmore

“You’re impossibly hard,” she said. “You could say that,” came his dry reply.

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I’m in love with him, she thought. Help me, I’m in love with him.

If he could force improved workers’ rights, he could try to force women’s rights, too.

It seems that labor, once it crosses the door into a home, is magically transformed into a priceless act of love or female duty—meanwhile, women’s hands are raw from very real chores.”

As Lucian watched her rage, he realized that he couldn’t lose her. Not because it would hurt his political ambitions, but because it would hurt.

“I’ve known hunger,” he said. “And I have never been as starved as I am for you.”

“I don’t need to know what he has done,” she said, “for no man’s character should determine your character.”

Admitting that he was madly, brutally, in love with her would open Pandora’s box; it would hold him somewhat accountable

“No,” he said. “He would buy her a castle.” Her brows rose. “A castle.”

Hattie brazenly slipped her whole hand into Lucian’s. “I am the orange to your blue,” she said. He gently pressed her fingers. “My fanciful lass.” “It means we are fine on our own,” she said. “But side by side, we’re brilliant.”