"There isn't much for me here, is there?"
"No family?" Damian asked.  "No man?"
"Goodness, no.  How would I ever explain myself to one?"
"Why in the world should you?"  Damian reached for Lark, raising her chin with a single finger and peering into her eyes.  "Any man would be foolish to cast you away merely because of a past, shall we say, 'industrious' nature."
Lark froze, lost in his touch.  "Any man?"  Her breath caught in her throat.
Impulsively, Lark leapt up on her toes, straining to reach Damian's height.  She hoisted herself up and pressed her lips against his, willing, with every fiber of her being, for Damian to respond...