Everything and the Moon

It felt as if he had loved her since before he was born.

She was warm and soft and everything he could ever want.

“The doctor said my mother had a cancer.” Victoria swallowed painfully. “Her death wasn't peaceful. I like to think that she's somewhere up there”—she waved her head toward the sky—“where she isn't in any pain.”

“Just one moment,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“What do you want, Robert?”

“A kiss.”

“No.”

“Just one kiss. To get me through the night.”

They had everything—and absolutely nothing—in common.

In each other they found their own souls, and they shared secrets and thoughts that had heretofore been impossible to express.

He smiled for the rest of the day. He couldn't help himself.

hardened at the mere thought of her.
She would try to push him away. He was certain of that. Hmmm. He would have to be charming and persistent. I

He was certain of that. Hmmm. He would have to be charming and persistent. In fact, he would probably have to be more persistent than charming.
Robert bounded out of bed, splashed some very cold water on his face, and left the room with only one aim.
Finding Victoria.

I am the dowager Duchess of Beechwood.