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“You do think he’ll follow me, don’t you?” “Only to the ends of the earth,” he said gravely.
“Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes.”
He would never regret having done what was necessary to marry her, because she was what he had wanted most in his life.
The most confounding realization was that it wasn’t really hair color that had concealed all this from him . . . he had never noticed how stunning she was because she had deliberately kept him from seeing it. “Why,” Leo asked, his voice husky, “would you conceal something so beautiful?” Staring at her, nearly devouring her, he asked more softly still, “What are you hiding from?”
Seduction is merely encouraging a man to do something he already wants to do.”
Losing Poppy was the one thing he couldn’t recover from, and knowing that made him feel fearful and furious and caged.
One thing was clear to Harry: His in-laws were not normal people.
Lmao
“I can’t. I’ll never be sorry about it. Because if I hadn’t done it, you’d be his now. And he only wanted you if it was easy for him. But I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although the devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you.”
Complex, remarkable, driven man. Not incapable of love . . . not at all. He merely needed to be shown how.
He wanted to hold Poppy, to reassure himself that the previous night hadn’t been a dream.
He looked the same as always, and yet intrinsically different. His eyes were clear and unshadowed, the green irises brighter than hawthorn leaves. Every hint of tension had vanished from his face. It seemed as if he had been replaced by a Harry from a much earlier time in his life, before he’d mastered the art of hiding every thought and emotion. He was so devastating that Poppy felt hot flutters of attraction in her stomach, and her knees lost all their starch.
At Poppy’s urging, he left off his coat and waistcoat. He even left the top buttons of his shirt undone and rolled up his sleeves.
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In the following days, Harry learned a great deal about his wife and her family. The Hathaways were an extraordinary group of individuals, lively and quick-witted, with an instant collective willingness to try any ideas that came to them.
My family forever
He had never wanted to care for Catherine, and yet she had always tugged at him, worried him, perplexed him.
Crying big brother core
A feeling of compassion and tenderness came over Harry, something he had never felt for her before. Reaching out, he drew her close and kissed her forehead gently. “Let me be your big brother,” he whispered.
Merripen went to Win and slipped his fingers beneath her chin. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly. She smiled up at him. “Splendid.” He bent to kiss the top of Win’s blond head, and sat in a nearby chair. One could see that he was trying to be at ease with the idea of his wife carrying a child, but his concern for her practically radiated from every pore.
MY BELOVEDS
He regretted it even before he saw Merripen out of the periphery of his vision. The Rom was giving him a warning shake of his head and drawing a finger across his throat.
Lmao that’s how you know it’s bad
He gave Poppy’s sister a desperate glance. “What should I say?” “Be honest with her about your feelings,” Win suggested. A frown settled on Harry’s face as he considered that. “What’s my second option?”
LMAOO 💀💀
She had been in love with a prince, and she had ended up in the arms of a villain, and it would be so much easier if she could continue to view everything in those simplistic terms. Except that her prince was not nearly as perfect as he had seemed . . . and her villain was a caring, passionate man.
VILLAIN SUPREMACY
It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn’t about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.
If only Harry knew the extent of what she felt for him. The very second she judged that he was ready, the moment she was certain it wouldn’t cause their marriage to lose ground, she would tell him how dearly she loved him. She could hardly wait.
Poppy wondered privately if his change of plan had anything to do with Miss Marks. She suspected they had quarreled, because it seemed they were going to great extremes to avoid each other now. Even more than usual.
😏😏
“I’m almost surprised you’re letting me take her,” Harry said to Cam after handing his wife into the carriage. “Oh, we voted this morning, and it was a unanimous decision,” his brother-in-law replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “You voted on my marriage?” “Yes, we decided you fit in with the family quite well.” “Oh, God,” Harry said, just as Cam closed the carriage door.
BYE IM CRYING
After Harry had escorted his wife from the kitchen, Jake looked at the others with a dumbfounded expression. “He’s an entirely different man,” he said dazedly. Mrs. Pennywhistle smiled. “No, he’ll always be Harry Rutledge. It’s just that now . . . he’s Harry Rutledge with a heart.”
Crying I love them all ✋😭
“Never remember his mistakes, but always remember your own.”
But Harry didn’t move, didn’t do anything except hold her as if she were a lifeline.
“It’s a quote by Erasmus,” she said helpfully. “My father’s favorite monk, after Roger Bacon. The watch is inscribed,‘It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is.’
“I love you, Poppy,” he said raggedly. “I love you so much that it’s absolute hell.” She tried to suppress a smile. “Why is it hell?” she asked sympathetically, stroking his nape. “Because I have so much to lose now. But I’m going to love you anyway, because there doesn’t seem to be any way to stop doing it.”
It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep . . . a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.
Harry lowered his mouth to Poppy’s flushed ear. “The princess rescues the villain,” he whispered. “It’s a nice variation on the story.”
“Bloody hell,” he said, “I love being home.” Poppy went to sit on his lap, curling her arms around his neck. “Is that how you think of the hotel now?” “Not the hotel. Just wherever you are.”
CRYING IN THE CLUB
Cam smiled at that, holding his dark-haired son against his chest.
DILF CAM OMGGGG
“Cat . . . we have to talk about what happened.”
TELL ME!!!!!
