Daphne," 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.
Julia QuinnThere was a certain history to this. While heavily pregnant with Amelia, she had asked him if she was radiant or if she just looked like a waddling duck. He told her sheโd looked like a radiant duck. This had not been the correct answer.
Julia QuinnMichael nodded tersely, eyeing a table across the room. It was empty. So empty. So joyfully, blessedly empty. He could picture himself a very happy man at that table. "Not feeling very conversational this evening, are we?" Colin asked, breaking into his (admittedly tame) fantasies.
Julia QuinnItโs a curse, really,โ Lady Danbury said. โIโm the only person I know my age who has perfect hearing.โ โMost would call that a blessing.โ She snorted. โNot with that musicale looming over the horizon.
Julia QuinnHe blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if heโd get his eyes open again. He wasnโt wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldnโt seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities. She might be blushing. He couldnโt tell. It was too dark to see. But it didnโt matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldnโt be scarred forever by the sight of his chest.
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