Do I look like a mess?โ she asked. He nodded. โBut youโre my mess,โ he whispered.
Julia QuinnHe didnโt know where the thought had come from, or what strange corner of his brain had come to that conclusion, because he was quite certain it would be nearly impossible to live with her, but somehow he knew that it wouldnโt be at all difficult to love her.
Julia QuinnNo words for the passion. No words for the need.No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.And it was glorious.
Julia Quinn