The Duke and I (Bridgertons, #1)

by Julia Quinn

Violet looked at Simon. “Do you want to have this conversation with my son?” “Not particularly.” “Fine, then. Anthony, be quiet.”

“Good God, I know exactly what is going on in his brain right now, and it has nothing to do with poetry and roses.” Simon pictured laying Daphne down on a bed of rose petals. “Well, maybe roses,” he murmured.

“If it c-could be anybody, Daff, it would be you. I p-promise you that.”

“I-I’ve always known that I wasn’t the sort of woman men dream of, but I never thought anyone would prefer death to marriage with me.”

you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I’m disowning all three of you.” All three men shut their mouths.

“But yes, I’m sure. And I’m scared to death. And thrilled to the marrow. And a hundred other emotions I never let myself feel before you came along.”

Now’ doesn’t even compare to tomorrow. And tomorrow couldn’t possibly compete with the next day. As perfect as I feel this very moment, tomorrow is going to be even better. Ah, Daff,”