I want her more than diamonds,
I want her more than gold.
I want her more than anything
Anyone could hold.

She wanted what most women want, but she wanted it much more fiercely and passionately.

No. No games. He wanted her and didn't care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.

She was everything I wanted. She was beautiful and charming, with a quick sense of humor, and she supported me in everything I did.

Just as he still cared more for her than for any other creature, so did he more intensely and frequently hate her.

also coveted Pattie because she belonged to a powerful man who seemed to have everything I wanted — amazing cars, an incredible career, and a beautiful wife.

Now he knew why he loved her so. Without ever leaving the ground, she could fly. 'There must be another one like you,' he whispered to her. 'There's got to be at least one more woman like you.

Here is the hardest hit of all, O’Malley,” Harry said. “Here is the very worst thing I can do to you.”
He held out his hand, as if asking for a handshake.
He was asking for a handshake.

He liked her; it was as simple as that.

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....

He was glad that he had expressed to her, however blunderingly, what he felt. He was glad that he had held her hand.

I have often prayed for you
like this
Let me have her

That was all he ever really wanted from women; a smile, a dance, a kiss, and to be remembered fondly.

I don’t want to be a widow, I don’t want Michael Bayning, and I don’t want you to joke about such things, you tactless clodpole!”

As all three of them stared at her openmouthed, Poppy leapt up and stalked away, her hands drawn into fists.

Bewildered by the immediate force of her fury — it was like being stung by a butterfly — Harry stared after her dumbly. After a moment, he asked the first coherent thought that came to him. “Did she just say she doesn’t want Bayning?”

“Yes,” Win said, a smile hovering on her lips. “That’s what she said. Go after her, Harry.”

Every cell in Harry’s body longed to comply. Except that he had the feeling of standing on the edge of a cliff, with one ill-chosen word likely to send him over. He gave Poppy’s sister a desperate glance. “What should I say?”

“Be honest with her about your feelings,” Win suggested.

A frown settled on Harry’s face as he considered that. “What’s my second option?