22 Quotes by Ashley Weaver

This was the last thing we needed. I was sure we made quite a pair, me in my evening gown and Milo in his bloodstained shirt. 'Let's hurry to the car, Milo.' I made a move to descend the front steps, ready to push my way through the crowd, but Milo stopped me with a hand on my arm.'Just a moment, darling.''What is it?''Let's give them something to put in the gossip columns first, shall we?' And he pulled me to him and kissed me thoroughly in the blinding glare of the flashbulbs.

In the meantime, the porter's gone. How much time until we reach our next stop?'I glanced at my wristwatch, an absurd fluttery feeling in my stomach. 'Nearly an hour.''Excellent,' he said, lowering his mouth again to mine. 'Let's make the most of it.'And so we did.

I had a feeling that Emmeline Trent was not going to be convinced by me or anyone else to give up Rupert Howe. His charm was transparent enough, but the veil of love could do wonders to even the most reprehensible character.

I had always prided myself on my independence, but at that moment what I longed for was someone with whom I could talk and share my troubles. It was in moments like these that I felt the hollowness of my marriage the keenest. In those whirlwind days of my courtship I had failed to take into account the fact that storms of life called for stronger stuff than the easy flow of smooth endearments and witty banter.

We looked into one another's eyes, and I think we both knew in that instant that the past was behind us. We could never be to each other what we had been once.

He waved a hand. 'Never mind. It doesn't matter. Perhaps I did look guilty there for a while. In any event, it was interesting being the prime suspect for a moment or two.''If only we'd confided in one another,' I said. 'But we've never been very good at that, have we?''It could be worse. At least you've never tried to drown me in my bathtub.'I let out a sound that was some cross between a laugh and a sigh. 'Do be serious, Milo.

Lord Dunmore reacted as though he was caught removing another man's wife's stocking every evening. Then again, perhaps he was.

And so we find ourselves at the scene of another murder," Milo said, coming back to the sitting area. He didn't seem much troubled by the fact, for he lit another cigarette and settled back into his chair. I couldn't help but think that he looked particularly content.

Milo might be willing to spend his time in Paris out gallivanting, but I had a mystery to solve.