Stirlings of old had been so damned besotted with their newfound earldom that they couldn't think to put any other name on anything...It was a wonder he didn't drink Kilmartin Tea and sit on a Kilmartin-style chair. In fact, he probably would be doing just that if his grandmother had found a way to manage it without actually taking the family into trade.
Julia QuinnVery well,โ he said with a small sigh. โLadies today are so very capable. It breaks my hea rt, really.โ He leaned in, almost as if sharing a secret. โNo one likes to feel superfluous.โ Grace just stared at him. โRendered mute by my grace and charm,โ he said, stepping back to allow them to exit. โIt happens all the time. Really, I shouldnโt be allowed near the ladies. I have such a vexing effect on you.
Julia QuinnHe wondered if she'd mind if he threw her down on the blanket and tore off her clothing. (..) She looked heartbreakingly innocent. Alex sighed. She'd probably mind.
Julia Quinn...I do not tell you often enough, dear Mother, how very grateful I am that I am yours. It is a rare parent who would offer a child such latitude and understanding. It is an even rarer one who calls a daughter friend. I do love you, dear Mama.
Julia QuinnDaphne," he said with controlled gentleness, "what is wrong?" She sat down opposite him and placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm so insensitive," she whispered. "I should have known. I should never have said anything." "Should have known what?" he ground out. Her hand fell away. "That you can'tโthat you couldn'tโ" "Can't what?" She looked down at her lap, where her hands were attempting to wring each other to shreds. "Please don't make me say it," she said. 'This," Simon muttered, "has got to be why men avoid marriage.
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