But the absence of tears wasn't the same as an absence of feeling.

I spent most of my youth hauling sides of beef and pork to my father's shop. Carrying you is far more enjoyable." "How sweet," Annabelle mumbled sickly, her eyes closed. "Every woman dreams of being told that she's preferable to a dead cow.

I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.

Rohan, one of us is an unmarried man with superior mathematical abilities and no prospects for the evening. The other is a confirmed lecher in an amorous mood, with a willing and nubile young wife waiting at home. Who do you think should do the damned account books?" And, with a nonchalant wave, St. Vincent had left the office.

It would only lead to disappointment, even heartbreak, and her heart was too precious for me to let that happen.

Daisy has a unique spirit. A warm and romantic nature. If she is forced into a loveless marriage, she will be devastated. She deserves a husband who will cherish her for everything she is, and who will protect her from the harsher realities of the world. A husband who will allow her to dream." -Westcliff

Because I realized during the past few days that I can’t leave doubt in anyone’s mind about to whom you belong. Especially not yours.