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“I won’t let you throw yourself away like that.”

Maggie blinked at the vehemence of Garrick’s words.

“You’ve seen me. You’ve seen my leg,” he went on, before she could deny his self-description. “I’ll be blunt, Maggie—can you really bear to think of that in your bed? Because that’s what it would mean, sooner or later, if we go on kissing and touching. I’m not a boy to be fobbed off with a few kisses and caresses in the moonlight, Maggie—I’m a man. And I’ll be damned if I’ll open my heart to another woman who’s going to run screaming from my bed.”

“I’m far from perfect myself, Garrick. And you are not your leg, Garrick. That is a part of you, yes, but when one loves, one loves the whole person. And there is much in you to love….”