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131 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 21, 2014

He fought to calm his breathing. This uncompromising girl tested his temper. Nobody tested his temper. He never cared enough about anything to get angry.
(Location 639)
He should laugh, tease, treat her lightly, keep her guessing. But instead his words rang with unstrategic truth. “I remember everything you’ve ever said to me.”
(Location 700)
He’d called her a sparrow. If he made the slightest untoward movement, his wild bird would fly away into the forest and he’d never find her again. And the strangest result of the last days was the certainty that if Miss Philippa Sanders left his life, it would be immeasurably poorer.
(Location 722)
[This is the love declaration, so hiding it in case you don't want to see it]
(Location 1319)
"You're so deuced convinced that nobody notices you."
"Nobody does." Not a hint of self-pity.
"I did."
"Really?" She didn't bother to hide her skepticism.
"Really."
"You hardly spoke to me."
He smiled into the darkness, encouraged to hear she'd paid that much attention. "Whenever I approached you, you regarded me with complete disdain."
"I didn't," she said, shocked.
"You don't approve of me, Miss Sanders."
"I don't know you."
"No, you don't."
[...]
He admitted the truth, even if it made him feel like an awkward schoolboy instead of a worldly man with a history of too many lovers. "I always wanted the chance to talk to you."
The disbelief in her short laugh roused another of those unwelcome pangs in his chest. She was so convinced that she was of negligible interest.
[...]
"I don't need light to see you. I've observed you very closely indeed, my lovely shy bird. From the moment I first saw you."
She tugged her hand free. "That can't be true."
"Of course it's true." She heard the smile in his voice. If she'd thought that musical baritone appealing before, now she was close to melting into a pool of honey.
"Prove it."
She didn't know why she pushed this. Did she really want to prove that he lied about seeing her? Something inside her blossomed at the idea that amongst the glittering throng at her uncle's Christmas party, this experienced man had singled her out.
"Yesterday, you wore a green dress. Today you're wearing a blue one. Whenever I've seen you, you've had a simple gold locket around your neck."
Shock jammed her response in her throat. Still he sounded like he smiled. She wished he wouldn't. She also wished she wasn't disappointed when he didn't try to recapture her hand.
"Shall I continue?" he asked gently.