Page 30 of A Rogue Worth the Risk

Her blood sang with jubilation.

Yes. Yes.

She knew what it was too.

Sweet Jesus, she knew.

“It’s priceless but costs nothing.” He grazed her left cheek with his lips, and she stood on tiptoe to brush her mouth across the ragged scar ravaging his.

“It can never give or receive enough…” He stared into her eyes, and her soul heard his as surely as if he’d said the words aloud.

He loves me.

Caspian Graystone, Baron Strathmore loved the hellion and spitfire wrapped into one unpredictable, incorrigible, unladylike, wholly unsuitable bundle.

Corinna put her finger over his mouth. “And it lives long after the recipient is no more.”

She fashioned a tremulous smile and tried to focus through the tears misting her eyes. “It is love.”

“Yes, my dearest darling. The greatest treasure of all. Love.” Caspian cupped her chin.

“I love you, Corinna Brockman. I don’t know how it happened, but I am wholly, irreversibly, and ecstatically in love with you.”

“And I love you, Caspian.” She grinned. “Wholly, irreversibly, and ecstatically.”

“We have a few minutes before we have to return.” He caressed her cheek, the gleam in his eyes warming her blood.

“Then I suggest we not waste them talking.”

Corinna cupped his neck and pulled his head to hers.