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.

Anyone who had ever read a novel knew that governesses were supposed to be meek and downtrodden.

It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.

He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.

There's only one thing a bully respected: bigger bully.

I want you," he muttered. "Get rid of him and take me. The only risk is losing someone you don't have anyway. He's not what you need, Ella. I am" "Unbelievable," I said in disgust. "What's unbelievable?" "Your ego. It's surrounded by its own cloud of antimatter. You're a black hole of...of hubris!

Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.