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But she wasn't a child any longer, and these weren't a child's problems. And she couldn't share them with her mother. "Do you wish to cry off?" Violet asked, softly and very carefully. Hyacinth gave her head a shake. She couldn't back out of the marriage. But... She looked away, surprised by the direction of her thoughts. Did she even want to back out of the marriage? If she had not given herself to Gareth, if they h

His arms encircled her, and he murmured, lie and close to her ear, "I'm very, very clever." She let out a nervous laugh. "Or part cat." She felt him smile. "That too," he murmured. And then, after a pause: "I missed you." "I-" She wanted to say that she'd missed him, too, but he was too close, and she was too warm, and her voice escaped her. He leaned down, his lips finding the soft spot just below her ear. He touche

Hyacinth almost stumbled, so unexpected was his compliment. "You're welcome," she replied, once she'd gotten over her initial surprise. "I'm happy to do it. To be honest, I don't know what I will do with myself when this is all over. The diary is truly a lovely distraction." "What is it you need to be distracted from?" he asked. Hyacinth thought about that for a moment. "I don't know," she finally said. She looked up

"I could not speak on your behalf," Hyacinth continued with a shrug, "but if I detested someone, you can be sure I would go out of my way to make certain he didn't get a treasure's worth of jewels." "How positively Christian of you," Gareth murmured. She lifted a brow. "I never said I was a model of goodness and light." "No," Gareth said, feeling his lips twitch. "No, you certainly did not." Hyacinth clapped her hand

"No," he admitted, "but don't tell anyone." "I didn't think so," she said thoughtfully. Something about her tone scared him. He didn't want Hyacinth Bridgerton thinking so hard about him. Because he had the oddest feeling that if she did, she might see right through him. And he wasn't sure what she'd find. "Your grandmother is coming this way," she said. "So she is," he says, glad for the distraction. "Shall we attem

"It's not very sporting of you not to allow me to finish my statement." She cocked her head. "Did you have anything interesting to say?" He smiled, and Hyacinth felt it down to her toes. "I'm always interesting," he murmured. "Now you're just trying to scare me." She didn't know where this was coming from, this crazy sense of daring. Hyacinth wasn't shy, and she certainly wasn't as demure as she ought to have been, b