" He loved her. More than he’d thought it possible to love someone. And it wasn’t a new love born of mere lust and attraction, the sort of infatuated love that skated over the polished surface and was afraid to look too closely at what might lie beneath. No, this was love that had started before he understood what it was. A love that had faced every difficult thing and had endured. "

― Kelly Bowen , Last Night with the Earl (The Devils of Dover, #2)