The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy (Smythe-Smith Quartet, #4)

by Julia Quinn

It was easy to be oneself when the stakes were low.

“It’s what they need,” Iris said. But then she flashed him a smile. “We’re also adding some biscuits just as soon as they come out of the oven. Because it’s always nice to get some things you want, too.” Richard stared at her for the longest moment.

It was humbling, the trust she’d placed in him,

“Fleur has not argued with me about it since the day she arrived.” “And you perceive that to be acquiescence?” Really, men could be so stupid. He frowned. “I would not be so sure that she has come around to your way of thinking,” she told him.