Pretend you're mine," he urged, his arms closing around her. "Just for a minute. Pretend there's never been anyone but me, that I'm the one you're promised to. Do it for me....I'll never ask again.

She wanted him to stop, but more than that, she wanted him to go on forever.

A slow smile began on Gideon's face, and his blue eyes sparkled. With a shake of his head, he put his hand on his chest, as if the sight of her was more than his heart could bear.

The feeling of relinquishing responsibility to someone else, letting him take control, was a relief beyond words.

I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.

I thought I would spend the rest of my life searching for little reminders of you.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.