I sew his ears on from time to time, sure.

Aubrey Fitzwilliam knew that crisis was another word for opportunity.

I was alone in this discovery because it was my secret, my private exploration.

I was caged by him like a bird with clipped wings. I could flutter but I couldn’t escape though I’m not certain I’d want to even if I could.

I was caught by him. I was absolutely, unintentionally ensnared. Held by the look in his cocoa brown eyes when he spoke, commanding me. I shivered at his words as if they were touches sliding...