You're like someone from a fairy story written in a language I don't even know."

"The prince, I hope."

"No, you're the dragon, a beautiful wicked dragon.

Amelia, if we have children… will you mind that they're part Roma?"

"Not if you don't mind that they're part Hathaway.

—Colibrí —susurró él—. Será mejor que se vaya. Si no lo hace, terminaré comprometiéndola de un modo como nunca creí posible.

Aún. La tentadora promesa incrustada en esa palabra le cortó el aliento.

To Cam surprise, she was smiling up at him steadily, her eyes midnight.
His expression turned quizzical. "What's so amus­ing?"
Amelia toyed with a button on his coat. "I was just thinking . . . tonight those two old hens will probably go to their beds, cold and alone." An impish grin curved her lips. "Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.

He looked disheveled and disreputable, like an outlaw on the run. A smile came to his lips, while he stared at her intently. "It seems I can't stay away from you," he said.