Never stand in the way of letting God use people__ actions, in order to solve a greater issue in the world.
Just as Cam left Ivo Jenner__ apartments, St. Vincent met him in the hall. There was a scowl on the blond man__ face, and a vein of chilling arrogance in his tone. __f my wife finds comfort in trite Gypsy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, I__l make a eunuch of you._ The fact that St. Vincent could stoop to petty jealousy when Ivo Jenner was not yet cold in his bed might have outraged some men. Cam, however, regarded the autocratic viscount with speculative interest. Deliberately calibrating his reply to test the other man, Cam said softly, __ad I ever wanted her that way, I would have had her by now._ There it was_ a flash of warning in St. Vincent__ ice-blue eyes that revealed a depth of feeling he would not admit to. Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork. __t is possible to care about a woman without wanting to bed her,_ Cam pointed out. __ut it appears that you don__ agree. Or are you so obsessed with her that you can__ fathom how anyone else could fail to feel the same?_ ____ not obsessed with her,_ St. Vincent snapped. Leaning a shoulder against the wall, Cam stared into the man__ hard eyes, his usual reserve of patience nearly depleted. __f course you are. Anyone could see it._ St. Vincent gave him a warning glance. __nother word,_ he said thickly, __nd you__l go the way of Egan._ Cam raised his hands in a mocking gesture of self-defense. __arning taken.
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Just as Cam left Ivo Jenner__ apartments, St. Vincent met him in the hall. There was a scowl on the blond man__ face, and a vein of chilling arrogance in his tone. __f my wife finds comfort in trite Gypsy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, I__l make a eunuch of you._ The fact that St. Vincent could stoop to petty jealousy when Ivo Jenner was not yet cold in his bed might have outraged some men. Cam, however, regarded the autocratic viscount with speculative interest. Deliberately calibrating his reply to test the other man, Cam said softly, __ad I ever wanted her that way, I would have had her by now._ There it was_ a flash of warning in St. Vincent__ ice-blue eyes that revealed a depth of feeling he would not admit to. Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork. __t is possible to care about a woman without wanting to bed her,_ Cam pointed out. __ut it appears that you don__ agree. Or are you so obsessed with her that you can__ fathom how anyone else could fail to feel the same?_ ____ not obsessed with her,_ St. Vincent snapped. Leaning a shoulder against the wall, Cam stared into the man__ hard eyes, his usual reserve of patience nearly depleted. __f course you are. Anyone could see it._ St. Vincent gave him a warning glance. __nother word,_ he said thickly, __nd you__l go the way of Egan._ Cam raised his hands in a mocking gesture of self-defense. __arning taken.
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I have a proposition for you,_ she said, trying for a businesslike tone. __ very sensible one. You see__ She paused to clear her throat. ____e been thinking about your problem._ __hat problem?_ Cam played lightly with the folds of her skirts, watching her face ale
One never knows what fate has in store._ Turning toward Rohan, Amelia discovered he was glancing over her in a slow inventory that spurred her heart into a faster beat. __ don__ believe in fate,_ she said. __eople are in control of their own destinies._ Rohan smiled. __veryone, even the gods, are helpless in the hands of fate._ Amelia regarded him skeptically. __urely you, being employed at a gaming club, know all about probability and odds. Which means you can__ rationally give credence to luck or fate or anything of the sort._ __ know all about probability and odds,_ Rohan agreed. __evertheless, I believe in luck._ He smiled with a quiet smolder in his eyes that caused her breath to catch. __ believe in magic and mystery, and dreams that reveal the future. And I believe some things are written in the stars _ or even in the palm of your hand._ Mesmerized, Amelia was unable to look away from him. He was an extraordinarily beautiful man, his skin as dark as clover honey, his black hair falling over his forehead in a way that made her fingers twitch with the urge to push it back. __o you believe in fate too?_ she asked Merripen. A long hesitation. ____ a Roma,_ he said. Which meant yes. __ood Lord, Merripen. I__e always thought of you as a sensible man._ Rohan laughed. __t__ only sensible to allow for the possibility, Miss Hathaway. Just because you can__ see or feel something doesn__ mean it can__ exist.
His eyes were above hers, and she saw that the golden-hazel irises were rimmed with black. __iss Hathaway _ you__e quite certain fate had no hand in our meeting tonight?_ She couldn__ seem to breathe properly. __u-quite certain._ His head bent low. __nd in all likelihood we__l never meet again?_ __ever._ He was too large, too close. Nervously Amelia tried to marshal her thoughts, but they scattered like spilled matchsticks _ and then he set fire to them as his breath touched her cheek. __ hope you__e right. God help me if I should ever have to face the consequences._ __f what?_ Her voice was faint. __his._ His hand slid to the back of her neck and his mouth covered hers.
You__l have me,_ Cam whispered. __ou__l have me, hummingbird. I__ your fate_ even if you won__ admit it yet.