Worth Any Price

“I couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing you again. All I want is time with you. To spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t care about anything else.”

Nick Gentry was fascinating company. He did not bother to conceal his faults as everyone else did

He was a foreigner to her, coming from a world she had only heard about in whispers

He comported himself like a gentleman in private but did not shrink from the violence of his profession. He could be scathing or kind, brutal or gentle, his moods infinitely mercurial.

Good Lord, one could ruminate about him for weeks and still not come to a definite conclusion—was he a good man acting as a bad one, or a bad man acting as a good one?

By now, nothing could surprise or intimidate him. He didn’t fear loss, pain, or even death.

But with a few words and one awkward, innocent kiss, Charlotte Howard had devastated him.

She radiated a remarkable force of will that somehow conveyed the impression of movement even when she stood still. Her body, her face, every part of her was a perfect amalgam of delicacy and strength.

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