Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. And Capes was thinking that his wife was a supremely beautiful woman. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. The door to the room in question was closed. “For better or worse.
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