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" Enough, Aunt Josephine," Jack said, cutting her off, ignoring the stubborn light in her eyes. Oh, she was a Tremont all right, and one of the "mad" Tremonts at that, but she was no longer in charge of this house.
He was. And it was about time he took the reins of this manor and ran it as he saw fit.
"There will be no next time," he told her.
"But Jack, my dear boy--"
He rose from Miranda's side. "There will be no next time. For any of you. I have had enough of seeing my friends, my family, let alone the woman I love risk life, limb, and for what?" He paced the room. "There will never be an end to this if something isn't done, so I am ending it. Here and now."
"But Jack--" Miranda protested.
He swung around on her. "And not a word from you. Do you think I want my wife risking her life on such an improper fashion?"
"You love me?" she whispered.
"Yes," he barked at her.
She grinned up at him. "You want to marry me?"
"Should have years ago." He paced back and forth. "I lost you once, Miranda, I shall not lose you again." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at everyone in the room, daring them to defy him. "
― Elizabeth Boyle , This Rake of Mine (Bachelor Chronicles, #2)
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" Tally moved to stand at her sister’s side. “Nanny Rana said it was a lady’s duty to see that she was the brightest light at the table.” She smiled at Felicity, and together they recited, “Never hide your light, for how else is a man to notice you? Your spark, your fire, is your most cherished possession.” They both sighed, as if they had just shared the cure for all that ailed the world. Then Tally slanted an assessing glance at Miranda. “I fear, Miss Porter, your light is positively dull.” Having "
― Elizabeth Boyle , This Rake of Mine (Bachelor Chronicles, #2)
