Every 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 GarwoodWhen she was rested. she'd find a way to escape. It was the duty of the captive, wasn't it?
Julie GarwoodIain didn't go back to sleep for a long while. He continued to think about all the logical reasons he would never allow himself to be turned into a lovesick weakling like Patrick, and when he finally fell asleep, he had convinced himself that he would distance his heart from his mind. He dreamed about her.
Julie GarwoodYou have many flaws, he announced... โBut there was one flaw that made all the other imperfections pale in comparison.โ โWas?โ she asked. โI don't have this flaw any longer?โ โNo, you don't.โ โPray tell,โ she muttered in exasperation, โwhat was this terrible flaw?โ He grinned. โYou used to be English.
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