Have you seen Frances?โ He tilted his head to the right. โI believe sheโs off rooting about in the bushes.โ Anne followed his gaze uneasily. โRooting?โ โShe told me she was practicing for the next play.โ Anne blinked at him, not following. โFor when she gets to be a unicorn.โ โOh, of course.โ She chuckled. โShe is rather tenacious, that one.
Julia QuinnAs his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".
Julia QuinnVery well,โ he said with a small sigh. โLadies today are so very capable. It breaks my hea rt, really.โ He leaned in, almost as if sharing a secret. โNo one likes to feel superfluous.โ Grace just stared at him. โRendered mute by my grace and charm,โ he said, stepping back to allow them to exit. โIt happens all the time. Really, I shouldnโt be allowed near the ladies. I have such a vexing effect on you.
Julia QuinnAny man, you'll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool.
Julia QuinnTurn right up ahead," he directed. "It'll take us directly to my cottage." She did as he asked. "Does your cottage have a name?" "My Cottage." "I might have known," she muttered. He smirked. Quite a feat, in her opinion, since he looked sick as a dog. "I'm not kidding," he said. Sure enough, in another minute they pulled up in front of an elegant country house, complete with a small, unobtrusive sign in front reading, MY COTTAGE
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