Lovely house,” Jack said, as he was led—hands still bound—through the grand entrance of
Belgrave. He turned to the old lady. “Did you decorate? It has that woman‟s touch.”
Miss Eversleigh was trailing behind, but he could hear her choke back a bubble of laughter.
“Oh, let it out, Miss Eversleigh,” he called over his shoulder. “Much better for your
constitution.
Will you leave my companion alone!” the dowager barked.
He sighed and shook his head toward Miss Eversleigh. “She‟s so domineering, don‟t you think?”
Miss Eversleigh blushed. Truly, it was the prettiest pink he‟d ever seen.
“Pity about these bindings,” he continued. “We do seem to be caught in a romantic moment,
your employer‟s acidic presence aside, and it would be far easier to drop one exquisite kiss on
the back of your hand were I able to lift it with one of mine.
I don‟t know what to say,” she whispered.
“Normally, I‟d advise „thank you,‟ but as I am the one thanking you, a mere „You are a prince
among men‟ would suffice.
It wasn‟t even desire. It was far more than that.
It was love.
Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels—
and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment.
She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.
Julia QuinnWhat happened to your face?" Harriet asked.
"It was a misunderstanding," Daniel said smoothly, wondering how long it might take for his bruises to heal. He did not think he was particularly vain, but the questions were growing tiresome.
"A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?"
"Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing."
"As if he dashed into an anvil."
"Pay no attention," Harriet said to him. "She lacks imagination.
Mots clés humor
Nonetheless, I can't help but be flattered that you noticed the latest addition to my collection," he said.
She rolled her eyes. "Because personal injuries are such a dignified thing to collect."
"Are all governesses so sarcastic?
Amelia, do meet my cousin.
Your cousin?
Indeed. He might be the duke.
Then who are you?
Excellent question.
What is there not to like about cupids?"
"You don't find them rather dangerous?"
"Chubby little babies?"
"Carrying deadly weapons.
We plan to avoid cupids," Mr. Audley said.
"Cupids?" Amelia echoed. Good heavens, he did move from topic to topic.
He shrugged. "I have discovered that I am not fond of them."
How could anyone not be fond of cupids?
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