To Sir Phillip, With Love (Bridgertons, #5)

by Julia Quinn

He stopped short; stumbled, even. Because the woman standing in his entry hall was young, and quite pretty, and when she looked up to meet his gaze, he saw that she had the largest, most achingly beautiful gray eyes he’d ever seen.

He could drown in those eyes. And Phillip did not, as one might imagine, even think the word drown lightly.

Then she opened her mouth.

Good God, when she smiled it transformed her entire face. In all the time he’d been corresponding with her, he’d never dreamed that she would take his breath away.

“Your sister,” he said, his voice coming off sharp, “has been a marvelous influence upon my children. You would do well not to disparage her in my presence.”

She nodded, wondering if it could creep up on her. Probably not. She was the sort of person who would need it whacked over the head.

he’d never thought that his presence might be the one to make everything all right.