Bridal Favors Quotes

“She felt abused, used, cherished, and pleasured.
She despised him. She loved him. She mistrusted him. She had complete faith in him. “Ah!”
― Connie Brockway, Bridal Favors

“You can’t carry me out your front door in the middle of the day and drop me on the sidewalk!”
“I wasn’t going to.” He sounded offended. “I was going to carry you to your cab.”
“That’s worse!” she exclaimed, drawing a confused look from him. Good heavens, one would think he’d no idea how one got rid of a female visitor without being seen! “I can’t be seen in public looking like this, Mr. Powell. One leg of my pants is missing—and heaven knows, no respectable woman wears pants to begin with—”
“You look very nice in them,” he said.
She perked up at that. She didn’t think they looked so awfully bad, either. “Thank you. They’re ever so comfortable, too, and—” What was she thinking? They were drawing perilously near the front door and he still showed no signs of releasing her. “That’s beside the point! I shouldn’t be wearing them and you know it. Just as you know you can’t be seen carrying me out of your house, and no,” she answered his expression as clearly as if he’d spoken out loud, “it would not be better if you waited and carried me out tonight.”
― Connie Brockway, Bridal Favors

“Will you honor your note, Mr. Powell?” she asked, ignoring his nonsense.
He leaned back, his hands curling around the edge of the counter, and smiled cheerfully. “I say, has it occurred to you that your ‘request’ is remarkably like extortion?”
“A bit,” she admitted. “I’d hoped to be spared this—”
“You’d hoped to be spared?”
She contrived to look wounded. “You gave me no choice. You should have been gallant when you had the opportunity.”
“Forgive me.”
“Besides,” she said, “if I were you, I’d have expected something like this. I mean, a woman who would break into your house is likely at the end of her options, isn’t she?” She shook her head woefully. “Just look at what I’ve been forced to because of you.”
He laughed, surprising a grin out of her.”
― Connie Brockway, Bridal Favors

“He stood staring down at her a second before raking his hand through his hair. “What the devil am I—Damnation!”
“Probably,” Evelyn agreed.
He glanced down, clearly startled.
“Oh,” she said caustically, “your comment was rhetorical rather than prophetic.”
A surprised smile danced momentarily on his lean face. “Impudent,” he said.
“Imprudent,” she rejoined.
“Gads! Quite a mouth you have for a … what? Twelve-year-old?”
“Fifteen,” she stated, heat pouring into her cheeks. She knew she looked young for her years. She must also look bizarre, bundled in her sister’s most feminine wrapper, her golem feet splayed out on the cold kitchen tiles. She lifted one foot and pressed it on top of the other.”
― Connie Brockway, Bridal Favors

“It looks fine, Beverly.”
“I grow faint at such praise.”
“Don’t let it go to your head. We still have, what? Another six rooms to ready before the wedding guests arrive?”
“Yes,” Beverly replied. “WE have six rooms left to arrange. After which WE will have to make haste to see that the kitchen is well stocked for the arrival of OUR chef.”
She smiled winsomely. “I’m delighted you’ve come on board so enthusiastically, Beverly.” He was such an unbridled wretch, but such fun to trade unpleasantries with.”
― Connie Brockway, Bridal Favors

“Beverly?” she said.
“Lady Evelyn.”
“Are you a confirmed misogynist or am I special?”
His smile was sublime. “My appreciation of the fairer sex is universal, madame.”
― Connie Brockway, Bridal Favors