The Undercover Scoundrel Quotes

“Just like that, in a room full of family and friends and footmen, Henry and Caroline were alone, her voice low, his lower, as they grinned at one another. Was he imagining her burn, the same burn that coursed in the space between his blood and his bones? She couldn’t like him, or feel for him the things he did for her. He’d left her, he was maimed, a cripple, scarred on both sides of his skin. Why did he even try?

Because of the way she was looking at him, now. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, hold her chin in his palm.”
― Jessica Peterson, The Undercover Scoundrel