I never thought Greek philosophy could make a damn bit of sense to me. And most of it didn't, but those words just seemed right. 'Love is composed of a single soul, inhabiting two bodies.'" He took her by the shoulders drawing her close. "It rang true for me, in a way nothing else did. Whatever soul I had, Katie, I think I placed it in your keeping twenty years ago. And now, it's as if...every time we kiss, you give a little piece of it back.
Tessa DareI have to go," he said. "You don't understand. Someone wants to kill me. "Someone wants to kill you?" she repeated. "Well, I want to make love to you. My goodness, Julian. With two such compelling alternatives, however will you choose?
Tessa DareHe was right. They could have a whole conversation without exchanging a word. And the conversation they had right now went like this: Colin, shut it. I donโt think I will, M. Then Iโll make you. Really? How?Iโm not certain, but it will be slow and painful. And I wonโt leave any evidence.
Tessa DareClearly the sight of a well-muscled forearm incited a woman to utter depravity. How else to explain the invention of cuffs?
Tessa DareIโm so sorry weโll never meet,โ she whispered, laying her posy atop the late Lord and Lady Payneโs grave. โBut thank you. For him. I promise, Iโll love him as fiercely as I can. Kindly send down some blessings when you can spare them. Weโll probably need them, from time to time.
Tessa DareI was afraid. Of getting hurt in other ways. To be truthful, I still am." His thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never hurt you." "I don't think you can promise me that." She squeezed his bruised fingers. "But it makes things a bit more equal, to know that I can hurt you, too." His gaze fell to her lips. He said simply, without any trace of irony, "You are killing me.
Tessa Dare