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In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one’s been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one’s life will never be the same.
he took one look at Francesca Bridgerton and fell so fast and so hard into love it was a wonder he managed to remain standing.
A man had to have rules of conduct, after all.
He could always make her laugh.
She could always make him laugh.
It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood.
But she did know. She wanted him to grieve as she grieved. She wanted him to hurt in every way she hurt. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t nice, but she couldn’t help it and she didn’t feel like apologizing for it, either.
“I am shopping for a husband,” she said, speaking to him as if he were a halfwit. “How mercenarily put,” he murmured.
“It isn’t gossip,” Hyacinth retorted. “It’s the honest dissemination of information.”
“The fact of the matter,” Kate continued, “is that most of humanity has more hair than wit.
“I think you are one of the finest men I know,” she said softly. Damn. Trust her to unman him with a single sentence.
“A man would have to be a fool not to want to marry you.”
Anyone who took the time to really look at Francesca’s eyes would have realized that they were quite their own color. As if the sky could even compare.
and there was nothing they liked better than a rake who doted upon his mother.
She wanted to feel like a woman again—maybe not in the fullest sense of the word, but still, was it so wrong to enjoy the heady intoxication of knowing that she was desired?
“No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.”
Because she had no faith in her ability to resist him again.
Happy. Imagine that.
“Why? It’s because I love you, damn me to hell. Because I’ve always loved you. Because I loved you when you were with John, and I loved you when I was in India, and God only knows I don’t deserve you, but I love you, anyway.”
He could live without her love, but not without her happiness.
“You have to say it,” he said. “If you feel it, then you have to say it. I’m a greedy bastard, and I want it all.”
