““Deuce take it, he was in over his head. But it didn’t matter. He’d ruined her, and marriage was the only way to fix that. “Oliver?” she whispered. He stared down at her delicate features, flushed from their exertions, and felt the same swell of possessiveness that had made him claim her with all the subtlety of an ox. Mine…mine…mine. The words still rang in his ears. Definitely in over his head.””
