‘I want,’ he answered carefully, ‘to see him with a woman who will love him in the way that he deserves and know the value of the man whose heart she carries.’ In his voice I heard that same fierce challenge I remembered from the first time we had met, when we’d squared off across the corner bedroom with me in my borrowed gown and him as mad as bla

“Cariad . . . there’s nothing gentle about how I want you.”