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“Predictably, it was Benedict. “Do you live here?” Sophie asked dryly. “No,” he said, plopping down into the chair next to her, “although my mother is constantly telling me to make myself right at home.” She could think of no witty rejoinder, so she merely “hmmphed” and stuck her nose back in her book.”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“Have I told you lately,” he whispered in her ear, “how much I love you?” “No,” she said with a jaunty smile, “but I know, anyway.” “Have I mentioned that you’re the best of mothers?” “No, but I know that, too.” “Good.” He leaned down and dropped a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you. It’s a privilege to be your son.”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“This woman,” Benedict said, his loud, deep voice effectively blotting out all other attempts at an answer, “has accused my fiancée of theft.” Fiancée?”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“Please leave me alone.” “I’m afraid I can’t,” he said. “Can’t or won’t?” He thought about that for a moment. “Can’t.” She scowled at him and kept walking.”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman