You would be purely ornamental, Evie replied, giggling. Ah, well, I suppose there’s some value in that. God help me if I should ever lose my looks. I wouldn’t mind. He gave her a quizzical smile. What? If… Evie paused, suddenly embarrassed. If anything happened to your looks…if you became…less handsome. Your appearance wouldn’t matter to me. I would still… She paused and finished hesitantly, …want you as my husband. Sebastian’s smile faded slowly. He gave her a long, intent stare, her wrist still clasped in his hand. Something strange crossed his expression…an undefinable emotion wrought of heat and vulnerability.