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“He asked me to pass along some messages to you. I have several letters in my house.” “Burn them.”
He must have been aware that the Basset father and son were not on good terms, but clearly the late duke had not revealed to him the true depth of the estrangement.
he knew Simon meant to be rude.
But Daphne still said, “He’s a bit sensitive about his father.”
Shock because she could not believe he would trust such personal correspondence to a young woman he’d known for barely an hour. Horror because she knew that if she accepted them, Simon might never forgive her.
I believe you’ll know when the time is right to give him the letters.
Daphne accepts the letters to give to Simon, which are from his father. These letters are important for Simon to read one day, If that is what he wants.
“Why are you so angry at your father?”
Because she had been the one to chase the shadows from his eyes. She wanted to banish them forever, she realized. If only he would let her . . .
“You are the sort of female men write poetry about,”
My first day with six callers and Neville Binsby actually wrote poetry.” “Seven callers,” Simon corrected, “including me.” “Seven including you. But you don’t really count.” “You wound me,”
“Oh, how you wound me.”
it slowly dawned on her that he had moved closer. Somehow she doubted he even realized it, but his body was swaying toward hers, and she was finding it nigh near impossible to pull her eyes from his.
“Let’s walk in the garden,” she said softly. “We can’t.” “We must.” “We can’t.”
Simon and Daphne cant be, seen alone in the garden together. This could be a scandal.
He wanted her. He desired her. He was mad for her.
what if she kissed him? What if she pulled him into the garden and tilted her head up and felt his lips touch hers?
Would he realize how much she loved him? How much he could grow to love her? And maybe—just maybe he’d realize how happy she made him.
Then maybe he’d stop talking about how determined he was ...
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“I promised your brother,” he said wildly. “I made a vow.”
she let herself be drawn to him, slowly moving closer until they were but a foot apart.
She’d never been kissed before, and now that she had all but invited him to be the first, she didn’t know what to do.
He whispered her name, touched her cheek. Her eyes widened, lips parted. And in the end, it was inevitable.
Simon kissed Daphne in the garden at the ball.
Many a woman has been ruined by a single kiss.
Simon wasn’t sure at what moment he knew he was going to kiss her. It was probably something he never knew, just something he felt.
something had happened—or maybe it had been happening all along, and he’d just been trying too hard not to notice it.
Daphne and Simon have both been denying their feelings for each other. In the end, Simon kissed Daphne.
He wanted her closer. He wanted her around him, atop him, beneath him. He wanted her so much it terrified him.
He molded her to him, his arms wrapping around her
She was considerably shorter ...
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He wasn’t going to be able to have her this night—he wasn’t able to have her ever, and he needed to make this touch last him a lifetime.
“No!” she cried out, and he wondered if she had any idea the invitation she made with that simple word.
Simon knew that her lips were soft and pink, with just a tinge of peach at the corners. He knew that her eyes were made up of dozens of shades of brown, with that one enchanting circle of green
despite all of his promises to Anthony, he burned for her.
Simon burns for Daphne.
When he saw her across a crowded room, his skin grew hot, and when he saw her in his dreams, he went up in flames.
It was simple. If he did not kiss her now, if he did not consume her, he would die.
When his lips finally covered hers, he was not gentle.
his kiss was that of a starving lover, not that of a gentle suitor.
Every touch, every movement made him want her even more,
It no longer mattered what was right, what was proper. All that mattered was that she was here, in his arms, and he wanted her.
And, his body realized, she want...
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his mouth devoured her. He couldn’...
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“You bastard!”
“I’ll kill you, you bloody—”
But Anthony was a man possessed. He pummeled Simon,
Anthony was going to kill Simon,
Simon promised Anthony, he wouldn't be interested in Daphne. That nothing would happen between them. He just caught them kissing.
She reached down to try to wrest her brother away from the man she loved,
Daphne loves Simon. Anthony may kill the man, she loves for defiling his sister.
Daphne was in pain, and she had to come first.
Then he drew back his fist and slammed it into Simon’s face, easily knocking his unsuspecting friend to the ground.
“That,” Anthony spat out, “is for defiling my sister.”
“Stop this nonsense right now! He didn...
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Good God, Anthony had seen her breast! Her brother! It was unnatural.
his hand clutching his injured eye.
Anthony punched Simon, in the face.
