Severin wasn’t handsome in comparison to the Challons- of course, what man would be?- nor was he handsome by strictly conventional standards. But there was something about him that women seemed to like. West was damned if he knew what it was. Severin’s face was lean and angular, his build lanky and almost rawboned, his complexion librarian pale. His eyes were an unevenly distributed mixture of blue and green, so that in strong lighting they appeared to be two entirely different colors.
I want us to be faithful to each other,” she said gravely. “From this day forward.” There was a brief silence, a hesitation born not of doubt, but awareness. As if their vows were being heard and witnessed by some unseen presence. Merripen’s chest rose and fell in a long, deep breath. “I’ll be faithful to you,” he said. “Forever.” “So will I.” “Promise also that you’ll never leave me again.” Win lifted her hand from the center of his chest and pressed a kiss there. “I promise.
Clearly there was no headway to be made in an argument when one’s opponent was insane.
Beatrix had met Christopher Phelan on two occasions, the first at a local dance, where she had judged him to be the most arrogant man in Hampshire. The next time she had met him was at a picnic, where she had revised her opinion: he was the most arrogant man in the entire world.
A miscue,” Sebastian remarked, deftly catching the cue ball in his hand and repositioning it. “Whenever that happens, reach for more chalk, and apply it to the tip of the cue stick while looking thoughtful. Always imply that your equipment is to blame, rather than your skills.
It was a law of nature that only the strongest survived, and the weakest had better get the hell out of the way.
He cradled my face in his hands and smiled into my streaming eyes. “Because I know you, Liberty Jones. Don’t cry, sweetheart, you’re killing me.” “I’ll make it up to you, I swear – ” “Shut up,” Gage said tenderly, and kissed me with a blistering heat that made my knees buckle.
What about the other guy?” My eyes half closed as I felt the heel of his hand brush the side of my breast. “He’s the past,” I managed to say. “You’re the future.” “Damn right I am.
Never try to turn back on a new road- you don’t know what adventures await you.
I went to the tray on the bed-table and picked up the Vicodin tablets the nurse had been trying to get him to take, along with a cup of water. “Take these,” I said. “No arguing.” He obeyed, shooting a glance at the nurse, whose eyebrows were slightly raised. “She’s little,” he told her, “but she’s mean.
Being imaginative and playful doesn’t make you any less of an adult,” Gabriel said gently. “It only makes you a more interesting one.
You are my idea of perfection, Beatrix Heloise.
You’re no longer a wallflower, nor a virgin, nor the helpless child who had to endure life with the Maybricks. You’re a viscountess with a sizable fortune, and a scoundrel of a husband. Whose rules will you adhere to now?
But it’s a fact of life that dreadful people usually end up getting far better than they deserve.
Only when they approached the Rutledge did Win break the silence. It pleased her that she sounded so calm. “I will abide by your wishes, Kev. From now on, our relationship will be platonic and friendly. Nothing more.” She paused at the first step and looked up at him solemnly. “I’ve been given a rare opportunity... a second chance at life. And I intend to make the most of it. I’m not going to waste my love on a man who doesn’t want or need it. I won’t bother you again.
It was impossible to look forward when one was constantly being reminded of painful loss.
Infuriated to the point of speechlessness, Kathleen glared at him while Helen discreetly pried the butter knife from her clenched fingers.
I’m not kind, darling. I’m only nice to people when I’m planning to take advantage of them.” Lillian responded with a carefree grin, daring to ask, “Am I in danger from you, my lord?” Though his expression remained relaxed with good humor, his eyes were disturbingly intent. “I’m afraid so.
Take my advice, you daft block o’ wood. Be happy while you’re living – you’ll be a long time dead.
Do you think it could be loneliness?” he suggested. “No, it’s not that.” Severin looked pensive. “What do you call it when everything seems boring and pointless, and even the people you know well are like strangers?” “Loneliness,” Devon said flatly. “Damn it. That makes six.” “Six what?” Devon asked in bewilderment. “Feelings. I’ve never had more than five feelings, and they’re hard enough to manage as it is. I’ll be damned if I’ll add another.