“He cradled my face in his hands and smiled into my streaming eyes. “Because I know you, Liberty Jones. Don’t cry, sweetheart, you’re killing me.” “I’ll make it up to you, I swear – ” “Shut up,” Gage said tenderly, and kissed me with a blistering heat that made my knees buckle.”

“He cradled my face in his hands and smiled into my streaming eyes. “Because I know you, Liberty Jones. Don’t cry, sweetheart, you’re killing me.” “I’ll make it up to you, I swear – ” “Shut up,” Gage said tenderly, and kissed me with a blistering heat that made my knees buckle.”

— Lisa Kleypas