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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 22, 2020
“The truth is,” he told her, “I’m not like you. I don’t make lists. I don’t have rational explanations for everything. If you asked me why I wanted you, I wouldn’t be able to give a carefully thought-out account. I could only say that you make me feel like the home I want to live in.”
She simply met his eyes and shook her head. “It doesn’t make any sense for it to be me. Why would it be me?”
“You make perfect sense to me.”
“It is breakfast time,” he announced. “It is no longer time to hold hands.”
“Ah Ba! We weren’t holding hands. He was just…helping me with my hands being sore.”
It was not even slightly convincing. Jeremy felt himself blush.
“Oh,” Mr. Fong said. “I see. Posh Jim, what a self-sacrificing, noble, and convenient reason to hold my daughter’s hands.”
That, Jeremy thought, and the fact that I’m trying to marry her.
Jeremy’s mind seemed to go blank. Thighs and shoulders and neck had been enough to almost tie his tongue. Now he could take in the entire naked expanse of her, turned so that he could see that profile of breast and buttock. Every thought in his mind—incoherent as those had been—seemed to shatter and blow away like dust on dry wind. There was only one thing he could say: “Uhh.”
“Chloe.” His voice was hoarse. “You must know—I may not be serious about anything, but about you? I am.”
They want to make you English, but you need only be yourself.
“I promised that you would fly free, yet here you are, tangled in my petty revenge. If I’d been better, if I had been able to let go… You would be choosing your own path in life.”
"But before I let you go for the night, before we both collapse of exhaustion...I love you. I want you. I need you rather desperately. Please tell me you'll marry me."
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"You're the worst," she had told him. She had meant that he was the best.
He had laughed, maybe misunderstanding. "I am," he'd said, taking off his cap and bowing at her in the English manner. "The absolute worst, at your service."
"Right," she finally said. "I'm convinced Wedgeford Brown it is, and if the duke objects, I'll throw the jars right at his head."
"Your aim is terrible," Naomi pointed out.
"But his head is so very large," Chloe responded, and everyone but Jeremy burst out laughing at that.
Jeremy let out a sigh. “I’m trying to be very serious about you, sweetheart.” He hadn’t reached out to touch her in all this time, so she did it for him. She set her hand against his cheek. He let out a noise and tilted his face to fit into her palm. “Chloe.”
“I was referring to the fact that you are more beautiful every time I see you. It’s positively outrageous. It should not be possible. And yet! Here you are.”
“It leaves me at a disadvantage,” he said. “Between the two of us, you could choose anyone in the entire world who met your standards. I can only choose you.”
He could see her press her fingers into her eyes from behind. “Idiot.” She sniffled. “You’re such an idiot. I can’t believe I’m in love with an idiot.”
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There had been a time, back when he’d focused on her so intently, seeking her out year after year, when she’d thought he was a story written just for her.
↬Exhibit A: “Chloe, sweetheart. Look at me. () It’s your decision. But please. Please never kiss a man who doesn’t think you deserve his effort.”
↬Exhibit B: “You gigantic hypocrite. You tease her all the time.”
Chloe clutched the lists to her chest and looked up angrily. “He does, but it’s different because I like it.”