Gregory,” she said, “you cannot leave me here. What if someone finds you and removes you from the house? Who will know I am here? And what if…and what if…and then what if…” He smiled, enjoying her officiousness too much to actually listen to her words. She was definitely herself again. “When this is all over,” he said, “I shall bring you a sandwich.” That stopped her short. “A sandwich? A sandwich?

You have a mother?" He quirked a brow. "Did you think mine was some sort of divine birth? My father was a remarkable man, but even he was not that talented.

Men. The day they learned to admit to a mistake was the day they became women.

Be careful what you wish for,her mind thundered.

Don’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.

Of course none of those men was suitable. Half were after your fortune, and as for the other half—well, you would have reduced them to tears within a month.” “Such tenderness for your youngest child,” Hyacinth muttered. “It quite undoes me.

Tonight," he whispered, his voice hoarse and hot in her ear, "I will make you mine." -Simon to Daphne