Her chin lifted. "Very well. Here is my best offer. Half of my nakedness for all of yours."

He pretended to think on it. " It's a bargain.

He laced his hands behind his neck and propped his boots on the opposite arm of the sofa. If an artist were to capture this image, it would have been labeled,Smugness: A Portrait. She wanted to shake him.

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff

Izzy had always been raised to believe that “please” was a magic word. She’d been misled. Apparently, the magic word was “dinner.

No man deserves a woman like that. He mortgages his very soul to win her and spends his life paying off the debt.