Elizabeth Hoyt Quote

Tell me, Mr. Harte, do you ever give up?Never. His green eyes narrowed as his mouth firmed. He looked very much as he had when he'd struck Mr. Sherwood: savage, uncompromising, a force to be reckoned with.She should be afraid of this man. Perhaps she was. Perhaps the hammering of her heart, the quickening of her breath were fear.But if she were, she chose to disregard it. Very well.He sat back, a wide, lopsided grin spreading over his face, just as Ruth entered with another tray.