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471 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2005

Alec, staring at her, looked as dazed by her words as a man who’d been thrown from a horse. “You love me?” The question slipped softly. His big blue eyes looked so lonely and wistful that they brought fresh tears to her own.
She cupped his cheek. “More than words could say, my darling.”
...he couldn’t get her face out of his mind. Not that he wished to. The sweetness of her violet eyes gazing at him as he had taken her by storm.
She said she loves me.
His brain could not stop marveling on it. Lovers had said those three sweetly treacherous words to him in the past, in their effort to own him, but he had believed none of them.
He believed Becky.
No one had ever been so abundantly kind to him. So patient with him. Accepted him so completely. No one had ever believed so much in his essential worth, least of all himself.
"You are a jewel, Becky."
Leaning nearer, he kissed her forehead. "There's no one like you in the whole wide world. I've searched. I know."
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Becky wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed, smiling, into his eyes. “Of course I still want to marry you. You’re the only man who could ever make me truly happy.”
“Me?” he whispered, staring at her with the fragile bud of true, deep trust only now beginning to unfurl in the depths of his eyes.
She trailed her fingertips down his cheek. “Yes, my darling. You.”
What he felt for Becky was more like a firestorm inside him, a primal certainty that he would burn down the world if it threatened her. This “love” of which the poets sand bore little resemblance to the violent ardor that he felt for her.