I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word...the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you'll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask.
Lisa KleypasOne of the servants had reported that Daisy had been sneaking around the house at night, deliberately tripping all the traps to keep the mice from being killed. โIs this true, daughter?โ Thomas Bowman had rumbled, his gaze filled with ire as he stared at Daisy. โIt could be,โ she had allowed. โBut there is another explanation.โ โAnd what is that?โ Bowman had asked sourly. Her tone turned congratulatory. โI think we are hosting the most intelligent mice in New York!
Lisa Kleypas