something other than joy at the prospect of Tremaine happily married to someone else. But she could not.
‘It was time for Nicholas to marry as well. He is a dear man, but he can be a bit of a nuisance. Now that there is someone to watch out for him, his character will be much improved.’ She leaned on her elbow and stared at her husband, the love of her life, and fingered the heart at her throat. She gave a theatrical sigh. ‘While I cannot begrudge your sister her happiness, I confess that it makes me feel somewhat undesirable.’
‘Never,’ he breathed. ‘Not while I live.’
She held out her arms to him as he walked back to her. ‘Show me.’
Christine Merrill
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