But it had always been that smile. Not her position
as Henry Wilcox’s possible wife nor the possibility
that he could take his enemies down by manipulating
her family. Those hadn’t been the things that had
driven him when it came to his feelings for her.
It had been that smile. Through the shadows of the
theater that first night. When their eyes had met. She
had smiled. Simply. Warmly. Looking directly at him,
unaware that she should be afraid.

Autore: Anne Mallory