“Richard—do you think me arrogant?” Richard smirked wryly. “You march in here at an unholy hour and proceed to insult me? No,… — Nicole Clarkston Copy Share Image
“Aha!” Richard put a finger to his lips, then traced it in the air, fabricating a mental picture. “She must be tall,… — Nicole Clarkston Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“You—Miss Elizabeth, you are not properly attired to be addressing a gentleman in the dark of the night!” She cocked an eyebrow,… — Nicole Clarkston Middle of the night Copy Share Image
“Mr Bennet withdrew, his fatherly duties for these two daughters, at least, ended forever. He blinked away the unshed tears, obstinately determining… — Nicole Clarkston Two daughters Copy Share Image
“Elizabeth,” he whispered lovingly. “Hmm?” was the muffled reply. “I should wish to remain all day as we are, but there is… — Nicole Clarkston Copy Share Image
