Remembering Jamie (Brotherhood of the Black Tartan, #5)

by Nichole Van

He was far too free with those deadly smiles. He was likely to incapacitate an unwary widow or blind a debutante with them.

Because if ye truly loved me, there would be no other choice. I dinnae want a crumb of our love. I dinnae want a ghost of it. I want the whole brightness. And if I cannae have that—” His voice broke at the end. He swallowed and then continued, tone coarse with emotion. “If I cannae have that, then I want to be free.”