So he decided to stay out of it and instead turned back to Lady Bridgerton, who was, as it happened, the closest person to him, anyway. โAnd how are you this afternoon?โ he asked. Lady Bridgerton gave him a very small smile as she handed him his cup of tea. โSmart man,โ she murmured. โItโs self-preservation, really,โ he said noncommittally. โDonโt say that. They wouldnโt hurt you.โ โNo, but Iโm sure to be injured in the cross fire.
Julia QuinnHave 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 QuinnHis mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her. Heโ โstill had the audience of her three brothers. Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.
Julia QuinnEloiseis getting married as well.โ โEloise?โ Michael asked with some surprise. โWas she even being courted by anyone?โ โNo,โ Francesca said, quickly flipping to the third sheet of her motherโs letter. โItโs someone sheโs never met.โ โWell, I imagine sheโs met him now,โ Michael said in a dry voice.
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