" He couldn't escape it. She'd begun re-calibrating his senses the moment she came through that library door. His peripheral vision was now trained for flashes of golden hair: his ears, trained for her melodic laugh. He found himself following the drifting scent of her soap and dusting powder, like a dog panting after the butcher's wife. "

― Tessa Dare , Do You Want to Start a Scandal (Spindle Cove, #5; Castles Ever After, #4)