He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.

And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.

You are my siren,” he said, running his hands along her thighs and down her calves, feeling the shape of her even as the silk of her gown kept them both from what they wanted. “My temptress . . . my sorceress . . . I cannot resist you, no matter how I try. You threaten to send me over the edge.

She tilted her head, considering the sensation. "It is strange." He gave a hiss of laughter at the words. "It only gets stranger, darling. But we shall try for something more.

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently

You are beautiful and brilliant and bold and so very passionate about life and love and those things that you believe in. And you taught me that everything I believed, everything I thought I wanted, everything I had spent my life espousing--all of it...it is wrong. I want your version of life...vivid and emotional and messy and wonderful and filled with happiness. But I cannot have it without you.

I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead