Never Rescue a Rogue (The Merriwell Sisters, #2)

by Virginia Heath

I love you with all my heart, Diana. I have since you first took my breath away, and I shall love you until the last breath leaves my body.”

She was all done with tact and diplomacy. “Who decided you get to dictate the terms? I do not answer to you, Giles Sinclair! You made me fall in love with you—” “You love me?” That admission made him smile as if he couldn’t quite believe it. She was too infuriated to pause and wagged her finger at him instead. “You made me throw all my plans of blessed spinsterhood out of the window, made me yearn for an eternity stuck with a vexing, flippant, annoying rogue like you, and now you rescind the offer and try to send me away?”

“Well, they are my adopted family, really. At least they are until I can convince this harridan to marry me.” He grabbed Diana’s hand as he led his cousin to the door. “And all a pain in the backside just like her. Can you believe she intends to insist on a long courtship? It is as if she has no respect for my dukedom at all.” “That is because I much preferred him as a baker’s son and have no desire to be a duchess.” Diana threw open the door only to find Olivia listening at the keyhole, with Hugh, Minerva, and Jeremiah suddenly pretending they hadn’t been even though they were stood right behind.

“Diana Merriwell.” Giles dropped to his knees and stared deep into her eyes. “My Goddess of the Hunt, Hunter of the Truth, and Fearsome Kicker of Hornets—for some inexplicable reason I love you, and much to your chagrin, you love me, too.

He kissed her lips this time and smiled against them. “And I should like it noted that in return you have my solemn pledge to always be insufferable, to vex you, to tease you, distract you, and delight in telling you that I told you so—for as long as we both shall live. How does that sound?” “Much to my complete disgust, all rather … tolerable.”