Just Like Heaven (Smythe-Smith, #1)

by Julia Quinn

“Then you’ll steal me a piece?” He gave her his best smile. His best I-almost-died-so-how-can-you-deny-me smile. Or at least that’s how he hoped it appeared. The truth was, he wasn’t a very accomplished flirt, and it might very well have come across as an I-am-mildly-deranged-so-it’s-in-all-of-our-best-interests-if-you-pretend-to-agree-with-me smile.

“I never thought I would see the day. I never even allowed myself to think about it. Which of course meant that I thought of nothing but.”

“Shall I tell you a secret?” Mr. Bridgerton murmured, and Honoria decided that in his case, it was right and proper to listen to gossip—he was an incredible flirt. “Must I keep the secret?” she asked, leaning forward ever-so-slightly. “Definitely not.” She gave him a sunny smile. “Then yes, please.”