The Viscount Who Loved Me (Bridgertons, #2)

by Julia Quinn

when Anthony had asked if she thought the weather was going to turn inclement, she’d replied, “I’m sure I don’t know. I’ve never been to Clement.”)

this is fucking funny and I just picture Anthony (Johnathan Bailey as Anthony, aka perfection) making the most hilariously muted disgusted expression and I'm cackling

“Oh, bloody hell,” Anthony swore, completely forgetting that he was in the company of the woman he planned to make his wife. “She’s got the mallet of death.”

THE MOMENT I FELL IN LOVE WITH THEM

He knew well the singularly strange sensation of loving one’s family to distraction, and yet not feeling quite able to share one’s deepest and most intractable fears. It brought on an uncanny sense of isolation, of being remarkably alone in a loud and loving crowd.

It was that spark. That damnable spark that never seemed to dim between them. That awful prickle of awareness that burned every time she entered a room, or took a breath, or pointed a toe. That sinking feeling that he could, if he let himself, love her.

wow who's cutting onions

“Stop it!” Anthony exploded. When all eyes turned to him, he added, rather in a grunt, “I’m trying to concentrate.” Kate danced in a little closer. “Get away from me, woman.”

again, just picturing the perfect casting playing this scene out and I am losing my mind