Someday, My Love, You're Going To Understand

I Am Not A Poor Child, Lady Eleanor," Madelyne Announced, Letting Her Anger Sound In Her Voice. "duncan Won't Marry You. He Won't Sign The Contracts. He'd Have To Give Up His Greatest Treasure In Order To Marry You." "and What Be That Treasure?" Lady Eleanor Inquired, Her Voice Mild. "why, I'm Duncan's Greatest Treasure. He'd Be A Fool To Give Me Up," She Added. "and Even You Must Know That Duncan Is Anything But A Fool.

A Woman Can't Do Anything About Her Appearance. Either She's Pretty Or She Isn't. But Her Character Is Quite Another Matter.

An English Baron Wed To My Daughter? I'll Die First, I Will." Johanna Quit Rubbing Claire's Shoulder And Stepped Forward. "a Very Rich Baron," She Blurted Out. The Laird Frowned At Johanna With What She Thought Was Indignation. "wealth Is Not An Issue Here," He Muttered. "how Rich?" They Were Married An Hour Later.

She Couldn't Believe What She Did Then. Before She Could Stop Herself, She Leaned Up On Tiptoes, Put Her Arms Around His Neck, And Kissed Him On The Mouth. Her Lips Brushed Over His For The Barest Of Seconds, But It Was Still A Kiss, And When She Came To Her Senses And Dared To Pull Away And Look At Him, He Had The Most Curious Expression On His Face. Brodick Knew She Regretted Her Sponatenity, But As He Stared Into Her Brilliant Green Eyes, He Also Knew, With A Certainty That Shook Him To The Core, That His Life Had Just Been Irrevocably Changed By This Mere Slip Of A Woman.

For Though Duncan Was A Mere Mortal, Flawed As Well, He'd Accomplished A Daring Feat. Aye, He'd Captured An Angel. And She Belonged To Him.