Just Like Heaven (Smythe-Smith, #1)

by Julia Quinn

busy boy couldn’t be a lonely boy,

“No. Haven’t you been listening?” Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.

“Is love ever ordinary?” Iris asked. The statement was just philosophical enough to silence the room. But only for a moment.

Flowers? He’d seen other men with flowers. Women liked flowers. Hell, he liked flowers, too. Who didn’t like flowers?

She liked poking fun at her companions; she’d once told him that the best part of growing old was that she could say anything she wanted with impunity.

“Everybody has read something they weren’t meant to at some point in their lives. I’m just glad you have finally chosen to join the rest of humanity.”

you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,” Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, “I will kill you.” There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor.