"If we were to start talking about what I want, Mr. Montgomery, we would be here an awfully long time," she answered, voice low. She reached up to brush her thumb beneath his bottom lip, as though some stray drop of cognac lingered there. "We Evergreens are a very demanding people, and I can be rather selfish." Daphne didn't even view that as a bad thing. She knew what she wanted, what she deserved, so what was the problem in that?
"Besides, I'm quite certain anything I could dream up you would want yourself if you had half the imagination I do. I suppose it depends on what kind of game you want to play."