Then he extended his arms and brought her face to his chin.
“You’ve got mine, any way,” he said.
“Rot.”
Jeremy nodded solemnly.
“To tell you the truth,” he said, “you never lost it. If you could have seen yourself. . . .”
“A sulky child,” said Eve.
“No,” said Broke. “A—a princess.”
“That’s not what you married.”
“I know. But that was your fault. You went and gave me my choice.”
A mischievous look stole into the big brown eyes.