โฆhe murmured. โOf course, youโre my favorite ride.โ โAw, thatโs sweet, baby. And youโre my favorite joystick.
Sylvia DayI will see to this; you see to your sister. Be quick about it. It wonโt be long before I come for you, and youโd best be ready, Jess, with my ring still gracing your hand. You wonโt stay me then. Iโll drag you to Scotland in irons if I have to.โ He left her in a rush. As always, taking her heart with him.
Sylvia Day