If he needed an answer about how much he'd changed, that provided it. He didn't want Fatima Hynes or any other nameless female with vacant eyes and an ample bosom. He didn't want anyone else, ever. He wanted Evelyn Marie Ruddick—and he'd be damned if he was going to let Neckcloth Alvington have her without a fight. And if there was one thing he knew how to do better than anyone else in London, it was how to fight dirty

What would Entertainment Tonight say if they knew you were doing it on your office floor when you have twenty bedrooms?"Slowly he pushed forward, entering her. "They would say, 'That lucky Addison bloke,'" he breathed, '"having sex with the beautiful, gorgeous, funny, brilliant, multi-talented Samantha Jellicoe.

Don’t cry,nyonda,” he murmured.Phillipa took a deep breath. “What does that mean, anyway? Nyonda?”His green gaze held hers. “It’s Swahili. It means ‘beloved.’” A small smile touched his mouth, and he brushed her cheek again. “You do know I love you, Phillipa. To an alarming degree.

You okay?” Rick asked, as he helped her into the back seat of Ripton’s Mercedes and then went around the other side to join her. “I’m okay. I got shot again.” “It was a graze. Again.”“You’re just jealous because you’ve only been roughed up a couple of times.” She patted his thigh. “Someone will shoot you eventually. I’m sure of it.”“Mm-hm. Probably you.” “Probably.

Phillipa blew out her breath. Running a finger along the soft flower petals, she unfolded the note. For Phillipa, she read to herself, I hope adding yellow daisies isn’t too forward. I asked Lady Fennington for their meaning, and she said white means “purity,” while yellow means “slighted.” I’m taking them to mean “frustrated.” Because I am frustrated that you are still pure. Bennett.She snorted.

Phillipa, my heart, my blood, my everything,will you for God’s and my sake marry me?