Will you be quiet?" he asked, smiling down at her. She nodded. He pretended to think about it. "I don't believe you/" She planted her hands on her hips, which had to be a ludicrous postition, naked as she was from the waist up. All right," he acceded, "but the only words I'll allow from your mouth are, 'Oh, Gareth,' and 'Yes, Gareth.' He lifted his finger. What about 'More, Gareth?'" He almost kept a straith face. "That will be acceptable
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 QuinnIn his heart, sheโd been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.
Julia QuinnHow do you feel?โ she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. โOther than terrible, I mean.โ He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug. โOf course youโre feeling terrible,โ she clarified, โbut is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?โ He made no response. โThe same amount of terrible?
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