The Viscount Who Loved Me

Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?

“It means that love isn‟t about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love‟s about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It‟s about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she‟s simply the best person you‟ve ever known.”

Newton let out a loud stream of barks and yanked on the lead. Hard.

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, hoping it would clear his head. Instead, he simply got an intoxicating whiff of her scent, which was an odd combination of exotic lilies and sensible soap. “You seem to be enjoying the sun,” he said.

That one doesn’t wash, either

couldn’t say enough

Clearly,” he shot back, keeping his voice low so that Mary could not hear, “they are not so very different from women. Both breeds hang on my every word.”

Kate stepped on his hand as he knelt to fasten the lead to Newton’s collar. “Oops,” she said, rather insincerely. “I’m so sorry.”

“Well, they do. Well, they don’t and they do.”

“That clears things up immeasurably,” he murmured.

Perhaps after he married Edwina he’d provide a dowry for her. It seemed the very least a man could do.

In fact, Miss Katharine Sheffield was quite pleasant-looking, with thick, medium brown hair and dark eyes. Her skin was pale, her lips pink, and she held