Devil's Daughter: The Ravenels meet The Wallflowers

“Escort Mr. Ravenel up to my private apartments, where it seems I’ll be giving counsel to yet another of my daughter’s tormented suitors. This must be a penance for my misspent youth.”

A heart could make as much room as love needed.

“What does a chicken say?” he asked Stephen, holding up a wooden figure. The toddler took it from him and answered, “Rowwr!” West blinked in surprise and began to chuckle along with Justin. “By God, that is a fierce chicken.”

“To think of the courses I took in Greek history and German philosophy, when what I needed was an introduction to bookkeeping.”

“Henry was so determined to think of me as perfect that it devastated him when I was petty or cross or careless. I wouldn’t want—” Phoebe paused. “What?” West prompted after a long moment. “I wouldn’t want to live with such expectations again. I’d rather not be worshipped, but accepted for all that I am, good and bad.”

“Take my advice, you daft block o’ wood. Be happy while you’re living—you’ll be a long time dead.”

If you won’t promise me forever, West Ravenel . . . I’ll take what I can have of you.

After I found what I wanted, Winterborne wrapped your toys personally.”

I’d rather be alone with a fantasy of you than have a flesh-and-blood woman in my arms.”