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“Oh, for the love of Christ,” the duke swore, sounding supremely disgusted. He hauled Nigel off Daphne, then turned to her, and asked, “Can I hit him?” “Oh, please do go ahead,” she replied,
Simon gave her a startled look. “I don’t believe I have ever been condescended to by a woman before.” She shrugged. “It was probably past time.”
like Penelope, too,” Violet returned, “and I long for the day her mother realizes that a girl of her complexion cannot be dressed in tangerine satin, but that is beside the point.”
Daphne choked on a biscuit.
Simon choked on air.
Violet rolled her eyes, and said to Daphne, “Any man, you’ll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool.”
“You’re worth it.” Then she walked slowly back to her horse.
Pure feeling and instinct. That’s all there had been. No reason, no logic, nothing even remotely rational or sane.
There were some things a man didn’t want to deal with naked.
As perfect as I feel this very moment, tomorrow is going to be even better. Ah, Daff,” he murmured, moving his lips to hers, “every day I’m going to love you more. I promise you that. Every day . . .”
She should be happy. Grateful. Really, bleeding was such a bother.
While heavily pregnant with Amelia, she had asked him if she was radiant or if she just looked like a waddling duck. He told her she’d looked like a radiant duck. This had not been the correct answer.)

