There are some people that we know all our lives and yet never really feel we know them at all. But there are other people—” Unable to resist the temptation, he ran a feather-light caress down the curve of her cheek with one leather-sheathed knuckle. The cobalt depths of her eyes flickered with response, but she said nothing, heeding his every word. “—people we meet in a day, and instantly, it feels as though we’ve known them all our lives.

When you find the one, my lad, grab her up in your arms and never let her go. You may never get another chance.

It signified nothing that the raw, male magnetism that emanated from him probably made compasses malfunction in his presence.

We’re all a little mad, my friend. Keeps life interesting.

No man that good-looking could be a bachelor. Life wasn't that kind.

I see. So you playacted the role of a rake who was only pretending to be in earnest, knowing you would come across as though you had the lowest of motives, when in fact, you were sincere?” “Precisely.” She gave a short, wry laugh and shook her head at him. “Convoluted sir! You are a maze.” He shot her a sulky glance. “I thought you were going to say I was amazing.” “That, too,” she admitted with a rueful smile, capturing his square chin between her fingertips.

Our souls need music, Robert, as our bodies need touch.