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You Can Keep A Bunch Of Crabs In A Shallow Container, And None Of Them Will Escape. Because As Soon As One Of 'em Tries To Climb Out, The Others Pull Him Back In." -hardy

I Knew I Would Replay The Scene Countless Times In The Years Before Me, Each Time Thinking Of Different Things I Should Have Said And Done. But All I Did Was Walk Away Without Looking Back.

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.

Those Blue Eyes Glinted With Uncivilized Suggestion. A Faint Smile Was Tucked In The Corner Of His Wide Mouth. Definitely Wouldn't Want To Be Alone In A Room With That Guy, I Thought. His Gaze Moved Downward In Lazy Inspection, Returned To My Face, And He Gave Me One Of Those Respectful Nods That Texan Men Had Raised To An Art Form.

Annabelle Gave Him A Chiding Smile. “if You’re Implying That I’m Spoiled, I Assure You That I Am Not.” “you Should Be.” His Warm Gaze Slid Over Her Pink-tinted Face And Slender Upper Body, Then Sought Hers Again. There Was A Note In His Voice That Gently Robbed Her Of Breath. “you Could Do With A Bit Of Spoiling.