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

by Evie Dunmore

But perhaps every woman had known a moment when she felt as though she were drowning, and the only comfort was that there could be some beauty, some dignity, in that, too.

“I don’t know how to do this right,” he murmured. He took off his hat and tossed it aside. “I don’t know what to make of you. I know I’d rather my skin burned than yours.”

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