Mary Balogh Quote
He gazed at her without answering, and his fingers drummed a light tattoo on the table. I need my sketch pad, he said. You should do that more often, Camille.Do what? She could feel her cheeks grow warm at the intentness of his gaze.Smile, he said. With a certain degree of mischief in your eyes. The expression transforms you. Or perhaps it is just another facet of your character I have not seen before. I left my sketchbook at the orphanage, alas, though I do have others in the studio.Of course you are not doing it any longer, he said. I ought not to have drawn your attention to it.
Mary Balogh
He gazed at her without answering, and his fingers drummed a light tattoo on the table. I need my sketch pad, he said. You should do that more often, Camille.Do what? She could feel her cheeks grow warm at the intentness of his gaze.Smile, he said. With a certain degree of mischief in your eyes. The expression transforms you. Or perhaps it is just another facet of your character I have not seen before. I left my sketchbook at the orphanage, alas, though I do have others in the studio.Of course you are not doing it any longer, he said. I ought not to have drawn your attention to it.