I love you enough for the both of us. And there must be something about me worth loving. If you would just try.

Captain Phelan,” Cam asked, choosing his words with care. “Have you come to ask for our consent to marry Beatrix?” Christopher shook his head. “If I decide to marry Beatrix, I’ll do it with or without your consent.” Leo looked at Cam. “Good God,” he said in disgust. “This one’s worse than Harry.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

If you pretend everything's fine long enough, everything eventually becomes fine.

In this life and the next, you're my only hope at happiness.

Good God. I don’t believe St. Vincent and the word ‘celibacy’ have ever been mentioned in the same sentence before.

That is kind of you, my lord. But I will never dance with you.' Which, of course, made it the goal of Leo's life.