The Duke And I

Simon decided this wasn't the time to mention that he'd been one inch away from easing her up against the wall, pressing his hips against hers, and kissing her senseless

"Any man, you'll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool."

For a moment Daphne forgot to breathe. Just when she’d decided that her would-be rescuer was irredeemingly arrogant, he had to go and smile at her like that. It was one of those boyish grins, the kind that melted female hearts within a ten-mile radius.

“Oh, for goodness sake. You can start breathing now, your grace. I was only teasing.”

“Why didn't you mention this?”
“Yes,”

Lady Bridgerton's blue eyes lit up when she saw her son approaching.

Simon once again found himself mesmerized by her smile.

“Can I hit him?”

“If they'd only put her in a different color…”

“You've met Daphne?”