" Reaching over the side of the bed, Nick searched in the discarded heap of his clothes and found the miniature. With an expertise born of habit, he pressed the cache of the enameled case and flipped it open. Settling on his back, he stared into Charlotte's exquisite little face.
Is it you? he thought, tracing the line of her cheek with his fingertip. "

― Lisa Kleypas , Worth Any Price (Bow Street Runners, #3)