Youโre 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 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 DareSheโd always wondered what it would feel like to stand on one end of a ballroom and watch a handsome, powerful man make his way to her. This was as close as sheโd ever come to it, she supposed. Standing at Dianaโs side. Imagining.
Tessa DareHe couldnโt compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that heโd gotten wet.
Tessa DareBefore I found Minerva, I'd passed nights with more than my share of women." Thorne groaned. Don't. Just don't. "I've passed time with duchesses and farm girls, and it doesn't matter whether their skirts are silk or homespun. Once you get them bare--" Thorne drew up short. "If you start in on rivers of silk and alabaster orbs, I will have to hit you.
Tessa Dare