Felicity," 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 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 QuinnGregory,โ she said, โyou cannot leave me here. What if someone finds you and removes you from the house? Who will know I am here? And what ifโฆand what ifโฆand then what ifโฆโ He smiled, enjoying her officiousness too much to actually listen to her words. She was definitely herself again. โWhen this is all over,โ he said, โI shall bring you a sandwich.โ That stopped her short. โA sandwich? A sandwich?
Julia QuinnHe gave her his best smile. His best I-almost-died-so-how-can-you-deny-me smile. Or at least thatโs how he hoped it appeared. The truth was, he wasnโt a very accomplished flirt, and it might very well have come across as an Iam- mildly-deranged-so-itโs-in-all-of-our-best-interests-if-youpretend- to-agree-with-me smile.
Julia QuinnIn every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.
Julia Quinn