When He Was Wicked (Bridgertons, #6)

by Julia Quinn

Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Cousin’s Wife. Moses must have forgotten to write that one down.

“It’s a lady’s prerogative to do anything she wants,” Francesca said pertly.

She paused at the door. “I swear, Michael, you make the most annoying deathly ill patient I have ever met.”

Women hated to be told to calm down, especially women like Francesca.

“Do I wish you were still married to my son? Of course. Do I want you to spend the rest of your life married to his memory? Of course not.” She reached out and clasped one of Francesca’s hands in her own. “You are a daughter to me, Francesca. I want you to be happy.”

“A man would have to be a fool not to want to marry you.”

“No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.”