It wasnโt even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angelsโ and yes, all those annoying little cupidsโwished to use for embellishment.
Julia QuinnHe gave her a sly, sideways look. "Did you bring it?" "My list? Heavens, no. What can you be thinking?" His smile widened. "I brought mine." Daphne gasped. "You didn't!" "I did. Just to torture Mother. I'm going peruse it right in front of her, pull out my quizzing glassโ" "You don't have a quizzing glass." He grinnedโthe slow, devastatingly wicked smile that all Bridgerton males seemed to possess. "I bought one just for this occasion." "Anthony, you absolutely cannot. She will kill you. And then, somehow, she'll find a way to blame me." "I'm counting on it.
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