He shrugged. "I was...thinking." "About what?" "The fires of purgatory." She had to sit down. He wasn't making any sense now. "What does that mean?" she asked. "Patrick told me he would walk through the fires of purgatory if he had to in order to please his wife." She went over to the bed and sat down on the side. "And?" she prodded when he didn't continue. He stripped out of his clothing and walked over to her. He pulled her to her feet and stared down to her. "And I have only just realized I would do the same for you.
Julie GarwoodMadelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.
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.
Julie GarwoodI know the truth now. You've figured out I'm falling in love with you and you're trying to make me stop by hurting me this way. Well it won't work.
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.
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