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Dearest Ivie (Black Dagger Brotherhood #15.5) Leviathan (Leviathan #1)

He walked to the door. You’re a bundle of questions this afternoon, aren’t you?

She shook her head. "You have every right to your feelings," she blurted out. "They may not be what I would feel, were I in your shoes, but you have every right to them.But—"She broke off, and Colin found himself rather desperate to know what shed planned to say. "But what, Penelope?" he urged.wIts nothing."wIts not nothing to me." His hand was on her arm, and so he squeezed slightly, to let herknow that he meant what he said.

Dreamland

For the longest time, he didnt think she was actually going to respond, and then, just when he thought his face would crack from the smile he held so carefully on his lips—they were in public, after all, and it wouldnt do to invite comment and speculation by appearing urgent and disturbed—she sighed.It was a lovely sound, strangely comforting, soft, and wise. And it made him want to look at her more closely, to see into her mind, to hear the rhythms of her soul.wColin," Penelope said quietly, "if you feel frustrated by your current situation, you should do something to change it.Its really that simple."wThats what I do," he said with a careless shrug of his outside shoulder. "My mother accuses me of picking up and leaving the countrycompletely on whim, but the truth is—"wYou do it when youre feeling frustrated," shefinished for him.He nodded. She understood him. He wasnt sure how it had happened, or even that it made any sense, but Penelope Featherington understood him.wI think you should publish your journals,"she said.wI couldnt."wWhy not?"

Crusaders Torch (Atta Olivia Clemens #2)

He stopped in his tracks, letting go of her arm. He didnt really have an answer, other than the odd pounding in his heart. "Who would want to read them?" he finally asked.wI would," she said frankly. "Eloise, Felicity..." she added, ticking off names on her fingers. "Your mother, Lady Whistledown, Im sure," sheadded with a mischievous smile. "She does write about you rather a lot."Her good humor was infectious, and Colin couldnt quite suppress his smile. "Penelope, it doesnt count if the only people who buy the book are the people I know."wWhy not?" Her lips twitched. "You know a lot of people. Why, if you onlycount Bridgertons—"

He grabbed her hand. He didnt know why, but he grabbed her hand. "Penelope, stop."

She just laughed. "I think Eloise told me that you have piles and piles of cousins as well, and—"wEnough," he warned. But he was grinning as he said it.Colin closed his eyes and groaned. His mood must be worse than even he had thought if he was cursing in relation to his mother, whom he (and all the Bridgertons, really) held in the highest esteem and affection .

It was Penelopes fault.No, it was Eloises fault, he thought, grinding his teeth. Better to blame a sibling.

When He Was Wicked (Bridgertons #6)

No—he slumped back into his desk chair, groaning—it was his fault. If he was in a bad mood, if he was ready to yank someones head off with his bare hands, it was his fault and his fault alone.He shouldnt have kissed Penelope. It didnt matter that hed wanted to kiss her, even though he hadnt even realized that he wanted to until right before shed mentioned it. He still shouldnt have kissed her.

Although, when he really thought about it, he wasnt quite sure why he shouldnt have kissed her.He stood, then trudged to the window and let his forehead rest against the pane. Bedford Square was quiet, with only a few men walking along the pavement. Laborers, they looked to be, probably working on the new museum being built just to the east. (It was why Colin had taken a house on the west side of the square; the construction could get very noisy.)

His gaze traveled north, to the statue of Charles James Fox. Now, there was a man with a purpose. Led the Whigs for years. He hadnt always been very well liked, if some of the older members of the ton were to be believed, but Colin was coming to think that perhaps being well liked was overrated. Heaven knew that no one was better liked than he was, and look at him now, frustrated and malcontent, grumpy and ready to lash out at anyone who crossed his path.He sighed, planting one hand on the window frame and pushing himself back to an upright position. Hed better get going, especially if he was planning to walk all the way to Mayfair. Although, in truth, it really wasnt that far. Probably not more than thirty minutes if he kept his pace brisk (and he always did), less if the pavements werent littered with slow people. It was longer than most members of the ton cared to be outside in London unless they were shopping or fashionably strolling in the park, but Colin felt the need to clear his head. And if the air in London wasnt particularly fresh, well, it would still have to do.

His luck that day being what it was, however, by the time he reached the intersection of Oxford and Regent Streets, the first splats of raindrops began to dance against his face. By the time he was turning off Hanover Square onto St.George Street, it was pouring in earnest. And he was just close enough to Bruton Street that it would have been really ridiculous to have tried to hail a hackney to take him the rest of the way.After the first minute or so of annoyance, however, the rain began to feel oddly good. It was warm enough out that it didnt chill him to the bone, and the fat, wet sting of it almost felt like a penance.

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