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392 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 23, 2019
"Without a pitying look or a word of sympathy, Miss Satterthwaite had lent him her support. And she'd done it in just such a way as to spare his foolish pride."
By heaven, but she was beautiful. More than beautiful. She was radiant. Glowing.
"Arthur Heywood is the second son of the Earl of Gordon. He was horribly hurt in the war."
Arthur had never seen her look so vulnerable, nor so very beautiful ...
"You think me very silly, don't you?"
"I think you very sweet."
There had been no lady to weep for him when he was away fighting on the peninsula ...
The apple trees were in full bloom ...
Arthur retuned her smile with a rare smile of his own ...
“You’re so perfect that, when I look at you, I can scarcely believe you’re mine.” His voice roughened with tenderness. “But you are mine. By whatever miracle. And though I’m unworthy now, if it takes the rest of my life, I will endeavor to deserve you.”
“Say something to me, Philly,” he whispered into her hair. “Anything. Even if it’s only to tell me that I must let you go.”
“You’re so perfect that, when I look at you, I can scarcely believe you’re mine.”
Arthur held her fast. “Look at me.” He moved his hands to her upper arms, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. He gave her a little shake. “Look at me.”
She reluctantly raised her eyes to his.
“I showed you that you were my love our first night together, and I’ve affirmed it every day since. It’s in everything I do for you. Every look and every touch. I may not have said the words—God knows why. Some ridiculous desire not to render myself vulnerable, I daresay. But it was never because I didn’t feel it. I feel it too damned much. There are days when I think I’ll run mad from it.”