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384 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 2024
“Sarah, you matter,” he insisted urgently. “Don’t you see that? You matter more than anybody. And it terrifies me. But … losing you terrifies me more.”
It was strange how effortlessly I’d gone from desiring autonomy and solitude to craving the company of a beautiful, quiet Scot and her sharp wit.”
”I stared after her, feeling …
Feeling too much.”
” Her presence was at once invigorating and soothing. I felt … at peace here.”
Someone woke up on the fiery side of the bed this morning.”
I grimaced. “Don’t be patronizing. This is my cottage. And in my cottage exists a gynarchy.”
He grinned and it was much too attractive. “It’s pronounced gai-nah-ki and your use of it is a little clumsy, darling.”
Of course, his vocabulary was better than the average person’s. “Are you mansplaining a word that literally means a government ruled by a woman?”
“I wouldn’t say mansplaining. I am curious as to where you came about such a colorful vocabulary?”
Because as mortifyingly scary as giving myself to her was … it was nothing like this terror that swept over me at the thought that I might have lost her forever.

“It was fucking glorious, and you know it was. My cock hasn’t stayed hard that long since I was thirteen. I deserve awards for what happened here today.”
It was never enough, I realized with something akin to despair. I didn’t think there would ever come a time when I’d had enough of this woman.
“Sarah, you matter,” he insisted urgently … “You matter more than anybody.
He bowed his head against my forehead. “I…I love you, Sarah. I’m so in love with you, I can hardly bear it.”

“For someone so shy, you’re rather comfortable with silence.”
“Doesn’t that make sense?” I murmured sleepily.
“I’ve learned that shy people are insecure people, and insecure people tend to need to fill silence.”
I huffed. “That’s not my experience at all. Moreover, silence is undervalued and underestimated.”
He stilled behind me. “How so?”
“Silence is a safe space. Not only does it give you time to think through what you’d like to say, it offers peace from all the things others say, all the everyday noise and clutter that mucks up everything inside our busy brains. Silence is where my imagination has space to flourish into novels.”
“I’m glad that’s what silence is for you. But it’s not like that for everyone, little mouse. Silence is a thing some people escape because thinking isn’t a safe space for them. People have obsessive and intrusive thoughts. Silence is the last thing they want.”
‘“Is that a no?” he drawled.
“I’m just … life is strange. Don’t you think?” I looked back up at him.
He studied me thoughtfully. “Life isn’t strange, little mouse. People are.”
“Nothing stranger than folks,” I murmured. It was something my grandpa used to say.’

‘Sarah’s lips parted in shock and then her expression softened in a way that scared the shit out of me.
So I pushed away my plate and pulled out my wallet and added blandly, “Thank goodness you realized you’re far from stupid or you wouldn’t be enjoying someone as menseful as I am.”
She snorted. “You’re not at all well-behaved or particularly polite. I’d say you were more jaculiferous than menseful.”
Grinning, I stood, holding out a hand to help her from the table. “You think I’m prickly, little mouse?”
“As a porcupine.”
“Theo.”
“Yes.” I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. “I’m yours, Sarah,” I panted. “Are you mine?”
She nodded, grasping tighter to me. “I’m yours.”








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