My lord," catherine asked,her eyes wide, "do you think that has anything to do with the Ramsay curse?" "Actually, that hadn't occurred to me yet," Leo said, "thank you so much for bringing it to my attention.
Lisa KleypasA lack of desire is something I've never experienced. I'd have to be on my deathbed before I stopped wanting-- no, never mind, I was on my deathbed in the not-too-distant past, and even then I had the devil's own itch for my wife." -Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent
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 KleypasHunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. โYou โฆyou mustnโt stare at me like that.โ Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. โWith you here, nothing else is worth looking at.
Lisa KleypasI-Iโm not making advances,โ she told him as she flattened herself against his chest. โYouโre just an available s-source of heat.โ โSo you say,โ St. Vincent replied lazily, tucking the quilt more tightly around them both. โHowever, during the past quarter hour youโve been fondling parts of my anatomy that no oneโs ever dared to touch before.โ โI v-very much doubt that.โ She burrowed even further into the depths of his coat, and added in a muffled voice, โYouโve probably been h-handled more than a hamper at Fortnum and Mason.
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