I am going to kill you," he hissed. She gulped. "Don't you want to lecture me first?" He stared at her with a heavy dose of stupefaction. "I take that back," he said with precisely clipped words. "First I am going to strangle you, and then I am going to kill you." "Here?" she asked doubtfully, looking around. "Won't my dead body look suspicious in the morning?
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 QuinnBut when Anthony kissed her, she felt as if she were losing her mind. And when he kissed her twice, she wasn't even sure if she wanted it back!
Julia QuinnRehearsels, actually." "Rehearsals?" "For the-" Oh,no. "-musicale." The Smythe-Smith musical.It finished off what the Crusades had begun.There wasn't a man alive who could maintain a romantic thought when faced with the memory-or the threat-of a Smythe-Smith musicale.
Julia QuinnDonโt look so upset,โ Hyacinth said, once it was just the two of them again. โYouโre quite a catch.โ He looked at her assessingly. โIs one meant to say such things quite so directly?โ She shrugged. โNot to men one is trying to impress.โ โTouchรฉ, Miss Bridgerton.โ She sighed happily. โMy three favorite words.โ Of that, he had no doubt.
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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