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480 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 23, 2010
“Come, I know it’s you,� he said gently. He sat down beside her. “I can see a stray lock peeking out from under that prodigious lovely turban.�
She drew a deep breath. “No, can you? And I was so hoping to be taken for a Saracen.�
She tucked at the nape of her neck without looking at him.
“You’ve mislaid your camel, it would appear.�
� if you haven’t heard Nick Boulton reading this:
“I want to see your stockings.� He growled. “The plain white ones.�
� in your ear, then you really haven’t lived :P
“To answer your question—yes, I’ve had other opportunities,� he said brusquely. “Yes, I’ve taken some up. But something always stopped me in the breach. I don’t know if you can understand that. I don’t know that I understood it myself until lately. But I seem to be yours, Callie. Body and soul.� He didn’t sound as if it made him happy. “I will be till I die.�
“My God.� He pushed away from the bedpost. “Friends! And do you fall into bed with any man who’s ‘dear� to you? How am I to take that?�
“Of course I don’t.� She stood up, letting the knotted scarf slip away. “I can’t seem to help myself. With you. About that. It’s extremely vexing.�
“You’re quite right on that count,� he said sullenly. “I’m damned vexed. I’d like to vex you right here on the floor, in fact. And the idea of Sturgeon vexing you is enough to dispose me to murder. Is that clear?
Do you comprehend me?� He took a reckless stride toward her and caught her chin between his fingers. “I’m not your friend, my lady. I’m your lover.�
He experienced some indescribable prickle of sensation across his skin every time he watched his wife and son together, sitting up late at night in the house he had bought for her, just the three of them together.
(p.441)
Around them, birds had begun to twitter in the growing light. On the far side of the pasture, a fox trotted into the open, stopped and stared at them a moment, and then vanished into the hedgerow. Callie stood tiptoe on the fence, a little disheveled, her hair trailing loose and her collar turned up on one side.
The thought that he might have been in Shanghai at this moment, instead of where he was, brought such a fierce tenderness to Trev's chest that he blinked twice and then informed her brusquely that he would like a moment in private with her, as he had a mind to do some highly indecent things to her person. It was not precisely what he would have liked to say, but he had no words sufficient for that.
She turned with one of her sidelong, mischievous smiles and gave him her hand, hopping down from the fence and into his arms. Beyond that, it seemed, words were not presently required.
(p.441-442)