If he hadn’t married Iris, he’d want her for a friend.
Everything tastes better with quite a lot of butter.” “We.
Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her.
I simply refuse to deal with idiots... It has cut my social obligations in half.
Change what you can and accept what you can’t.
Unrequited love was never easy, but at least Penelope Featherington was used to it.
Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.
He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there.
Simon gave her a startled look. ‘I don’t believe I have ever been condescended to by a woman before.’ She shrugged. ‘It was probably past time.
Bloody hell,” Phillip finally burst out. “If you’re going to break my legs, would you just go ahead and do it now?
Good,” Colin muttered, taking a bite. “I’m famished.” “How can you think of food?” Gregory said angrily. “I always think of food,” Colin replied, his eyes searching the table until he located the butter. “What else is there?” “Your wife,” Benedict drawled.
This was Penelope, and this was love.
I suggest,” Colin said, raising one brow into a perfectly debonair arch, “that we flee the scene.
He didn’t know if there was a word to describe what he felt in that moment, how he saw the lines of his own heart when her eyes met his.
Be strong. Be diligent. Be conscientious. There is never anything to be gained by taking the easy road.
Laugh. Laugh out loud, and laugh often. And when circumstances call for silence, turn your laugh into a smile. Don.
And that was when she finally allowed herself to cry. Funny how she could hold herself together, keep it all inside until she saw him. But now that he was here, all she could do was bury her face in the warmth of his chest, snuggle closer as his arms wrapped around her. As if somehow he could make all her problems go away by his presence alone.
It’s bacon. How can anything in the world seem bleak when one is eating bacon?
It occurred to him that perhaps he ought not to have married a woman with such extraordinary eyes.
We’ve been through nothing, you ridiculous man, but I suppose you may call me Daphne nonetheless.” “Excellent.” He nodded in a condescending manner. “You may call me ’your grace.