It wasnโt even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angelsโ and yes, all those annoying little cupidsโwished to use for embellishment.
Julia QuinnIโm trying to embroider.โ Hyacinth held up her handiwork as proof. โYouโre trying to avoidโโ Her mother stopped, blinking. โI say, why does that flower have an ear?โ โItโs not an ear.โ Hyacinth looked down. โAnd itโs not a flower.โ โWasnโt it a flower yesterday?โ โI have a very creative mind,โ Hyacinth ground out, giving the blasted flower another ear. โThat,โ Violet said, โhas never been in any doubt.โ Hyacinth looked down at the mess on the fabric. โItโs a tabby cat,โ she announced. โI just need to give it a tail.
Julia QuinnHe said he loved me,โ she whispered. Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent. Someday, God willing, heโd have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, โHe said he loved me . . .โ Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response.
Julia Quinn