I'm Not Here Now. This

As Marcus Considered Various Ways To Open The Subject Of Daisy, Swift Surprised Him With A Blunt Statement. “my Lord, There Is Something I Would Like To Discuss With You.” Marcus Adopted A Pleasantly Encouraging Expression. “very Well.” “it Turns Out That Miss Bowman And I Have Reached An…understanding. After Considering The Logical Advantages On Both Sides, I Have Made A Sensible And Pragmatic Decision That We Should—” “how Long Have You Been In Love With Her?” Marcus Interrupted, Inwardly Amused. Swift Let Out A Tense Sigh. “years,” He Admitted.

Rohan's Fingertips Drifted With Stunning Delicacy Over Her Throat, Behind Her Ear, Pushing Into The Satiny Warmth Of Her Hair. "you Are An Interesting Woman Amelia." Gooseflesh Rose Wherever His Breath Touched. "i Can't F-fathom Why You Would Think So." His Playful Mouth Traced The Wing Of Her Brow. "i Find You Thoroughly, Deeply Interesting. I Want To Open You Like A Book And Read Every Page." A Smile Curved The Corners Of His Lips As He Added Huskily, "footnotes Included.

And Then Another Letter Had Come From Christopher, So Devastating That Amelia Wondered How Mere Scratches Of Ink On Paper Could Rip Someone's Soul To Shreds. She Had Wondered How She Could Feel So Much Pain And Still Survive.

I Had Learned That There Were Substitutes For A Mother Who Couldn't Be A Mother. You Could Find Love With Other People. You Could Find It In Places You Weren't Even Looking. But The Original Wound Would Never Heal. I Would Carry It With Me Forever, And So Would Tara. That Was The Trick . . . Accepting It, Going On With Your Life, Knowing It Was Part Of You.

The Question, Love, Is Whether You Want Me Enough To Take The Risk.