“I'd just like you to be your usual cheerful self...smile, and stay by my side.”

“He's rich, handsome and dangerous. You like that."She smiled at the uncharacteristic lack of self-confidence in his tone. "My dear duke. You are rich, handsome and dangerous."His lips lifted on one side. "I would never describe myself as dangerous.""Could you maybe stop talking? I'd like to kiss you but your lips won't stay still."Eyes twinkling, he pressed his lips shut. Finley smiled and guided his head down to hers.”

“Did he just say--?""Yes," Claire said, smiling. "Yes, he did.""Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then.”

“The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.”

“I can see by your face that I'll never persuade you. And that's surprising, because usually you at least try to see my side."I can see your side," said Cecily. "I've got a much clearer view of it than you do, from over here on my side.”

“My usual self is a very unusual self.”