I just have to convince her to trust me. She burrowed closer, clinging to him, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. The feel of her lying skin to skin with him was oddly harmonious, like a chord on a pianoforte. Different, yet when blended together, it felt right.
“I want to keep you, Milly,” he whispered softly enough that she didn’t stir. “And what a challenge that will be, eh?” He knew enough of her now to realize tonight was only a small victory in the battle to win her. Milly was infinitely complex. Unbelievable lovemaking would not be enough to tame her or ease her fears of rejection or mockery. To woo her, he would need to be careful, considerate, kind, and yet never allow her to gain an inch in the battle that lay between them. If this was to be a happy marriage, he would have
