" Oh, indeed, it was remarkable, and Bea could barely breathe for the tumult it stirred in her body, from the pounding in her heart to even a slightly numb feeling in the tips of her fingers. He was so close to putting it all together. Only a minuscule distance—a hairsbreadth—remained between bewilderment and love, and yet it might as well have been a gaping canyon for all the likelihood he had of crossing it. He could say all these astonishing things, he could feel all these astounding emotions, and yet still walk the aisle of St. George’s with conscripted dignity. "

― Lynn Messina , An Infamous Betrayal (Beatrice Hyde-Clare Mysteries, #3)