He looked at her assessingly, his eyes searching hers until she squirmed in her seat. “You are not what I expected, Miss Bridgerton.” “Under the circumstances, I would not think it inappropriate for you to use my given name,” she said, “and you are not what I expected, either.” He sat back in his seat, looking at her with the vaguest hint of a smile. “And what did you expect?” “What did you expect?” Eloise countered. He gave her a look that told her he’d noticed she’d avoided his question, then said, quite bluntly, “I didn’t expect you to be so pretty.”
