She ought to call him Benjamin, but it was too intimate, too soft. “My lord?” she ventured, only half serious.”Good, God, no.”She bit back a smile. “Husband?” she took a sip of wine.He grunted. “Are...

But my thoughts and emotions are as real as yours. My soul, Mia Randall, is as real as yours.

Then perhaps you need another dose,” she whispered, her face upturned as she leaned closer to him.