The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.
Julie GarwoodGoing to university is only one avenue to gain knowledge. There are others. A degree isn't insurance against ignorance.
Julie GarwoodLyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. She wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another. โSir, which one is Princess Christina?โ Andrew asked Lyon, just as Rhone started in choking on his laughter. Rhone has obviously been watching Christina, too. โSir?โ โThe blond-headed one,โ Lyon muttered, shaking his head. He watched in growing disbelief as Christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth. โWhich blond-headed one?โ Andrew persisted. โThe one eating the shrubs.
Julie GarwoodEvery man has a weakness," he patiently explained. "I'll find theirs, I promise you." "Every man?" "Yes," he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes. "What is your weakness, Brodick?" she asked. "You.
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