“What will you name her?" she asked. "I was thinking 'Susannah.'" That had certainly been quick out of his mouth. His eyes glinted devilishly. Susannah tipped her head to the side, pretending to mull this. "Perfect," she pronounced finally. "It's the perfect name for such a beautiful creature." And then she spun prettily, casting a saucy look at him through her lashes over her shoulder, and headed up the path for home. And as she walked, she cherished the last expression she'd seen on his face. It hadn't been amusement, for a change. Or indifference. Or impatience. It had been something else entirely. And a strange, sweet hope bucked inside her.”
Book:Beauty and the Spy