His face cleared on the instant, and he placed a hand soothingly on hers. Loretta shook her head and shoulders in a vigorous negative. Bashford wanted to make sure. I wish I did love him. His other hand crossed over after its mate and rested on hers.
Women do it every day.
She had raised her head and was looking at him with tear-dimmed eyes. He was about to speak further, then remained silent. That is a strong word. Then she spoke more calmly. I am a wicked woman, a terribly wicked woman.