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

by Julia Quinn

Oliver and Amanda rounded the corner in the staircase and descended the rest of the way down to the hall, looking not a bit sheepish. “What,” Phillip demanded, “was that all about?” “What was what all about?” Oliver replied cheekily. “The screaming,” Phillip ground out. “That was Amanda,” Oliver said. “It certainly was,” she agreed. Phillip waited for further elucidation, and when it appeared that none was forthcoming, he added, “And why was Amanda screaming?” “It was a frog,” she explained. “A frog.” She nodded. “Indeed. In my bed.” “I see,” Phillip said. “Do you have any idea how it got there?” “I put it there,” she replied. He swung his gaze off of Oliver, to whom he’d addressed his question, and back to Amanda. “You put a frog in your own bed?” She nodded. Why why why? He cleared his throat. “Why?” She shrugged. “I wanted to.” Phillip felt his chin thrust forward in disbelief. “You wanted to?” “Yes.” “Put a frog in your bed?” “I was trying to grow tadpoles,” she explained. “In your bed?” “It seemed warm and cozy.” “I helped,” Oliver put in.

Omg this whole thing is GOLD lol