"I know why you married me," he told her later, following her up the stairs. "Because I have dark eyes. Because I'm not tall. Because you knew you could pass his son off as mine."
Joan stopped and turned, slowly, deliberately, her elegant head swiveling on her slender neck, and the grace that had once made him proud now made him want to sweep her feet violently out from under her. "I married you," she said, "because I wanted a life with you."
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