"You would be purely ornamental," Evie replied, giggling. "Ah, well, I suppose there's some value in that. God help me if I should ever lose my looks." "I wouldn't mind." He gave her a quizzical smile. "What?" "If..." Evie paused, suddenly embarrassed. "If anything happened to your looks...if you became...less handsome. Your appearance wouldn't matter to me. I would still..." She paused and finished hesitantly, "...want you as my husband." Sebastian's smile faded slowly. He gave her a long, intent stare, her wrist still clasped in his hand. Something strange crossed his expression...an undefinable emotion wrought of heat and vulnerability."