She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadnโt had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness heโd never thought to feel again.
Julia QuinnFelicity," Mrs. Featherington interurupted, "why don't you tell Mr. Brdgerton about your watercolors?" For the life of him, Colin couldn't imagine a less interesting topic (except maybe for Phillipa's watercolors), but he nonetheless turned to the youngest Featherington with a friendly smile and asked, "And how are your watercolors?" But Felicity, bless her heart, gave him a rather friendly smile herself and said nothing but, "I imagine they're fine, thank you.
Julia QuinnA manโs got to keep up appearances. Iโll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.
Julia QuinnHe was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.
Julia QuinnI just -- I know my own heart and I love you, Turner. And if you have even the tiniest shred of decency, you'll say something because I've said everything I possibly can, and I can't bear the silence, and -- oh for heaven's sake! Will you at least blink?" He couldn't even manage that.
Julia QuinnIt suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. Heโd thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart heโd always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one.
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