He leaned back to look at her fierce expression, and then he laughed. "God, I love you, Duchess.

You're one of a kind."

"I'm delighted to know it," she said between showering his face with kisses. "But if you can call my closest friend by name, why can't you say mine? It's Jocelyn, if you don't remember."

"I know what it is, honey, but it isn't you. You're the duchess, plain and simple — and mine."

"Well, if you put it that way…"