You sweet…beautiful…lunatic,” he heard himself mutter.

She had discovered that the best remedy for heartache was trying to make herself useful to others.

No. But I understand her. Life makes people what they are.

I’ll take your bet,” he said grimly. “I’m going to win it. And in three months, I’m going to put this back on your finger, and take you to bed, and do things to you that are outlawed in the civilized world.

Great men don't nessarily make good husbands.

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

Rohan's fingertips drifted with stunning delicacy over her throat, behind her ear, pushing into the satiny warmth of her hair. "You are an interesting woman Amelia." Gooseflesh rose wherever his breath touched. "I can't f-fathom why you would think so." His playful mouth traced the wing of her brow. "I find you thoroughly, deeply interesting. I want to open you like a book and read every page." A smile curved the corners of his lips as he added huskily, "Footnotes included.