She took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling for a long moment. A raindrop moved slowly down her neck; he watched as it turned down the slope of her breast to disappear inside the collar of her shirt. He was seriously contemplating becoming jealous of a droplet of water. Yorkshire was obviously damaging to his sanity.
Sarah MacLeanHow is it that one woman isโฆenoughโฆfor three men?โ โI donโt know.โ โShe must be a very talented courtesan.โ โCallie.โ โWell, that was what she was. Wasnโt it?โ โYes.โ โHow very fascinating!โ She smiled brightly. โIโve never met a courtesan, you know.โ โI could have surmised as such.โ โShe looked just as I imagined they did! Well, she was rather prettier.โ Ralstonโs eyes darted around the room as though he was looking for the quickest escape route. โCallie. Wouldnโt you rather gamble than talk about courtesans?
Sarah MacLeanAnd as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.
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