““Before I go, please tell me one thing." The candlelight flickered amber in her eyes. "Yes?" He licked his lips and glanced toward the coveted, yet sacrosanct bedchamber. "I would like to know the given name of the woman who can kiss me so passionately she makes me want to climb to the rooftops and roar." Her cheeks turned the color of her mantle and she grasped the latch. "Jane," she whispered. "Well then." He stepped in and touched his lips to her forehead, "Goodnight, Lady Jane.””
