Of course none of those men was suitable. Half were after your fortune, and as for the other halfโwell, you would have reduced them to tears within a month.โ โSuch tenderness for your youngest child,โ Hyacinth muttered. โIt quite undoes me.
Julia QuinnHe blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if heโd get his eyes open again. He wasnโt wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldnโt seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities. She might be blushing. He couldnโt tell. It was too dark to see. But it didnโt matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldnโt be scarred forever by the sight of his chest.
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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