Iโm 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 DareHe kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else. He needed that breath she was holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back.
Tessa DareShe couldn't "heal" him. No woman could. Events that far in the past just couldn't be undone. But perhaps he didn't need a cure, but . . . a lens. Someone who accepted him for the imperfect person he was, and then helped him to see the world clear. Like spectacles did for her.
Tessa DareNo, no. Don't make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man's confidence.
Tessa Dare