An Offer From a Gentleman (Bridgertons, #3)

by Julia Quinn

“You’re mine,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid inside. “You’re mine.”

“Don’t you want to know why I didn’t tell you who I was?”

He touched her cheeks. “I know who you are.”

“Do you know one of the reasons I was so hesitant to give my heart completely to you? I’d been saving a piece of it for the lady from the masquerade, always hoping that one day I’d find her.”

“I love you,” he said.

After three children and seven years of marriage, Benedict could still make her smile, still make her laugh … and he still chased her around the house any chance he could get.

“At least she always writes nice things about you. If she didn’t, I might have to hunt her down and run her out of the country.”

“It’s time my mother had a grandchild named after her, don’t you think?”

“Time for something new,” she whispered. “Time to finally be me.”

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“Men are beasts,” Benedict agreed, flipping to the next page.

“Oh, Benedict, that’s perfect! Oh, I love you love you love you!” At that, she practically leapt across the low table between them and into his arms.

“Just that this could be excellent practice for me. I’m quite certain I wish to be an overbearingly protective father. I could storm out and tear him apart from limb to limb.”

“I really don’t want to injure my hands. I’m halfway through your portrait, and it’s going so well.”