The Viscount Who Loved Me (Bridgertons, #2)

by Julia Quinn

“How,” he asked, “do you tolerate him?” She shrugged. “It’s a talent few possess.” Colin stepped up, clutching the black mallet like the Holy Grail. “Shall we begin?” he asked grandly. Simon’s lips parted with surprise. “The mallet of death?” “I’m very clever,” Colin confirmed. “He bribed the housemaid,” Kate grumbled. “You bribed my valet,” Anthony pointed out. “So did you!” “I bribed no one,” Simon said, to no one in particular.

“Ten pounds,” Daphne repeated, shaking her head. “I’m going to tell your wife.” “Go ahead,” Colin said indifferently as he nodded toward the hill sloping down to the Pall Mall course. “She’s right there.”

“There will be no cheating,” Anthony warned. “At least no new types of cheating,” Simon added. “Previously established cheating techniques are permissible.”

“Puddly?” She scrunched her face a touch. “How does one make an adjective out of a puddle?”