Childhood romances always seem so real, so enduring, when we are separated from the object of our affection. But usually, when we return, we find that our dreams and memories quiet surpassed reality. -Lady Anne, Whitney's aunt
Judith McNaughtI'd like to shower and change clothes," she said. "Would you mind waiting for me a half hour?" The question seemed to amuse him. "Not at all," he said with exaggerated formality. "Please take all the time you need." Michael watched her walk away. Did he mind waiting a half hour for her? Not at all. He'd been waiting years for her.
Judith McNaughtElizabethโs entire body started to tremble as his lips began descending to hers. and she sought to forestall what her heart knew was inevitable by reasoning with him. โA gently bred Englishwoman,โ she shakily quoted Lucindaโs lecture. โfeels nothing stronger than affection. We do not fall in love.โ His warm lips covered hers. โIโm a Scot,โ he murmured huskily. โWe do.
Judith McNaught