That's right. Carrington didn't want to marry the likes of me. He had to be dragged kicking and screaming
to the negotiation table.”
“Did you enjoy the dragging?” He glanced down at her.
“Yes, I rather did,” she confessed. “It was amusing threatening to strip his house bare to the last plank on the floor and the last spoon in the kitchen.”
“My parents are convinced of your grief.” She heard the smile in his voice. “They said tears streamed
down your face at his funeral.”
“For nearly three years of hard work down the drain, I cried like a bereaved mother.

Autore: Sherry Thomas