“Good God, Westcliff . . .” Hunt murmured, a curious smile on his face, “haven’t you ever been in love?” “Of course. Obviously I have found that some women are preferable to others in terms of disposition and physical appearance—” “No, no, no . . . I’m not referring to finding someone who is ‘preferable.’ I mean completely being absorbed by a woman who fills you with desperation, longing, ecstasy . . .” Marcus threw him a disparaging glance. “I haven’t time for that nonsense.” Hunt annoyed him by laughing. “Then love won’t be a factor in the decision of whom you’re going to marry?” “Absolutely
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