He had been trying so hard not to let Abby become too important to him—and to make sure he didn’t become too important to her. The thought of causing her unhappiness upset him far more than the idea of his own needs going unmet. He had duties, responsibilities. He had to act in accordance with hi...
She’d slept alone in her bed, her phone beside her waiting for Marcus to text or e-mail or call...to communicate in some way, but by the time she’d fallen asleep after four in the morning, there’d been nothing. No word. She walked around the house, moped, really, feeling v...
Her bosom was full, especially for her small size, and the weight of it in his palm threatened to change his anger into something else entirely. For the briefest moment, he felt the impulse to turn her in his arms. Instead, he shifted his hold to preserve her modesty, then cursed himself for tryi...
The five- or six-mile walk in the damp, chilly night had been grueling. Every carriage that had rumbled by on the road to town had sent her fleeing into the brush for cover, leaving her scratched and bruised by thorny branches, and her slippers ruined, worn through and caked with mud.Concentratin...