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384 pages, Paperback
First published November 3, 2009
“He’d walked into her life, and everything had changed. He’d found her; she’d found him—and all those dark places inside both of them had gotten a little smaller, a little brighter.”
Eve: "She completely eye-fucked you."
Roarke: "I know. I feel so cheap and used."
Eve: "Shit. You got off on it. Men always do."
Roarke: "True enough, which is why we're so often cheap and used.”
Her eyes met Roarke's. And there, she thought, right there was the reason for this. The reason for the flowers and the pomp, the fuss and the formality.
There was love.
Only you, she remembered. She'd walked to him on a summer day once before, and he'd seen only her.
He smiled at her as he had when she'd walked down a white runner to an arbor of white roses toward him.
As it had then, her heart gave one quick leap.
Sometimes, she thought as she took her place, turned, life could be pretty damn perfect ...