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265 pages, ebook
First published August 3, 2016
“Not one of the sailors on deck jumped forward to help me carry them - one disadvantage of wearing trousers.
It’s not a disadvantage! You’re a feminist! You’re supposed to love to carry your own luggage, and laugh haughtily at men who dare to offer to carry it for you!
All true. But that didn’t change the fact that those suitcases really were bloody heavy!”
“Mr Ambrose cocked his head thoughtfully. ‘Well, I think our cover has been blown.’
I snorted. ‘You don’t say!”
“I cleared my throat. ‘I think I might have lost my way a bit again. Tell me, do you by any chance know how to get to my hotel from here?”
“He grabbed my chin, pulling me towards him. 'In my dreams,' he told me, his voice still as hard and cold as an iceberg, 'more interesting things happen. Things that involve the two of us'.”
“There are no words for how I feel right now. None that I know.’
Bloody hell.
I closed my eyes, letting joy flood through me. ‘Those,’ I told him, ‘those were exactly the right ones.”
He gave me a look. One of those looks. ‘Do you know the size of an average grain of sand?’
‘No,’ I had to admit.
‘It is between 0.0024803 and 0.08 inches. Now, think carefully for a moment. Do you think I am going to let myself be stopped by something smaller than the tenth of an inch?’
‘Um… no.’
‘Indeed, no.’ (Kindle Locations 5484-5489).
I thought about it for a moment, rolling the name around my tongue. Then, suddenly, an idea came to me, and a grin spread over my face. ‘I’m sure there are other abbreviations for your lovely name. How about “Dick”?’
He gave me a glare that sent shivers down my back. But my smile only widened. Inside, I was rolling on the floor with laughter, gasping for air. Ha! Payback time!
‘It’s “Rick”, Miss Linton! No discussion!’
‘Just as you say,… Dick.’
His glare cooled another dozen degrees. ‘I’m your employer, Miss Linton! You are obligated to follow my orders!’
In return for his ferocious glare, I gave him back a cheerful smile. ‘Apparently, you’re not my employer. You’re my husband now, Dick. Haven’t you heard?’
(Kindle Locations 2858-2864).
Lilly: What's that?
Mr. Ambrose: That's me. My neck.
Lilly: No, I mean that smell. Has the camel had something bad for breakfast?
Mr. Ambrose: I don't think so. That smell might come from the fact that you have your nose buried in my armpit.
Lilly: Oh.
*Silence*
Lilly: Um...It's a nice armpit.
Mr. Ambrose: Thanks.