He 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.
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.
Julia QuinnMother,โ Hyacinth said with a great show of solicitude, โyou know I love you dearlyโโ โWhy is it,โ Violet pondered, โthat I have come to expect nothing good when I hear a sentence beginning in that manner?
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.
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