““He chanced one last touch of his mouth to hers then drew away. She was flushed and her lips were red and moist. Her glowing beauty made his heart stumble. A man with one ounce of principle would send her on her way with Roberta's vowels safely folded in her reticule. If Sidonie stayed, Jonas would tarnish her shining goodness. He'd drag his angel down to share his hell. "Oh, my," she whispered, staring up with eyes more gold than brown. "Oh, my, indeed." He smiled, he feared, with drunken joy rather than the cynical amusement with which he usually confronted the world.””
