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" Women were something best bought, he’d found. Pay them, f*ck them, and send them away in the morning. That way avoided tears, recriminations, and feminine disappointment. Oh, and small things like being slapped across the face. Mick rubbed his jaw. But Silence wasn’t one of his whores, as Harry had pointed out. Mick couldn’t send her away. And he couldn’t let her starve herself—he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her, including herself. "
― Elizabeth Hoyt , Scandalous Desires (Maiden Lane, #3)
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" What,” Mick said softly, “is Lad doin’ in me bed?”
Hearing his name, Lad opened small, piggish, upside-down eyes, gazing with idiotic adoration as his whip-thin tail thumped the covers.
“Ah.” Harry scratched behind one ear. “Well, see, ’e was lookin’ so forlorn, like, out in the courtyard by ’imself. Seemed an awful shame to leave ’im there all alone.”
“Off!” Mick roared at the dog.
Lad’s transformation was instantaneous. His tiny triangle ears folded back, his eyes narrowed worriedly, and he rolled so that he could crawl toward the edge of the bed on his belly.
“Is that mud on his paws?” Mick asked in outrage.
Harry glanced at the dog. “I do believe it is,” he said as if making a discovery.
“Christ!” Mick watched disgustedly as Lad made the edge of the bed and slithered off, thumping to the floor. The dog seemed to think that his apology was done—or perhaps he’d already forgotten that Mick was mad at him—for he gamboled over as frisky as a lamb.
“He’s not even me dog,” Mick muttered.
Lad sat, one back leg sprawled out to the side, tongue hanging from his mouth, and grinned up at him. He completely ignored Harry, his supposed master.
“The dog ’as a wonderful affection for ye,” Harry said brightly. "
― Elizabeth Hoyt , Scandalous Desires (Maiden Lane, #3)
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" He came for me. But the Vicar never got very far with what he intended. I was not raped.” A sudden, rather awful thought assailed her. “You do believe me, don’t you?”
A wide grin spread across his handsome face. “Darlin’, I don’t believe in God, but I believe in ye.”
“Michael, that’s blasphemy,” she chided, even as she couldn’t keep the corners of her own mouth from turning up.
“No,” he said, very serious now, “that’s love. I hear ye, I believe ye, and I love ye, me darlin’.”
She looked at him mutely, too afraid to ask.
But he nodded as he drew her into his arms. “I love ye, Silence O’Connor, with all me black heart.”
“I don’t think your heart is all that black.” She smiled though tears sparkled in her eyes again. “I love you, too. "
― Elizabeth Hoyt , Scandalous Desires (Maiden Lane, #3)