She had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.
Anne StuartShe tried to allow herself only one biting remark an hour, and she had already overstepped her allowance.
Anne StuartAnd telling you I care about you is a waste of time. I wouldn't have crossed the ocean, come out of hiding, tracked you down, if you didn't matter to me.
Anne Stuart