The words burned on her tongue, but Minerva couldnโt give them voice. What a hopeless coward she was. She could pound on his door at midnight and demand to be respected as an individual. She could travel across the country in hopes of being appreciated for her scholarly achievements. But she still lacked the courage to ask for the one thing she wanted most. To be loved, just for herself.
Tessa DareYouโre a terrible cook. That Iโll grant you. You canโt hold your liquor, either. And you have questionable taste in men. So no, youโre not perfect.โ His voice sank to a husky whisper, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. โBut youโre close. Close enough to restore a manโs faith in miracles.
Tessa Dare