It was juvenile, he knew, this need to assign blame, but everyone had a right to childish emotions from time to time, didn't they?
Julia QuinnMilk?โ Lady Bridgerton asked. โThank you,โ Gareth replied. โNo sugar, if you please.โ โHyacinth takes hers with three,โ Gregory said, reaching for a piece of shortbread. โWhy,โ Hyacinth ground out, โwould he care?โ โWell,โ Gregory replied, taking a bite and chewing, โhe is your special friend.
Julia QuinnNo words for the passion. No words for the need.No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.And it was glorious.
Julia QuinnThere,โ she said triumphantly. โLike that.โ He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language. โLike what?โ โThat! What you just said.โ He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she couldnโt speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he had to speak at all.
Julia QuinnGregory,โ she said, โyou cannot leave me here. What if someone finds you and removes you from the house? Who will know I am here? And what ifโฆand what ifโฆand then what ifโฆโ He smiled, enjoying her officiousness too much to actually listen to her words. She was definitely herself again. โWhen this is all over,โ he said, โI shall bring you a sandwich.โ That stopped her short. โA sandwich? A sandwich?
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