The dark-haired stranger's head snapped around. "Daphne? Did he say Daphne?" She drew back, unnerved by his direct question and the rather intense look in his eyes. "Yes." "Your name is Daphne?" Now she was beginning to wonder if he was an idiot. "Yes." He groaned. "Not Daphne Bridgerton." Her face slid into a puzzled frown. "The very one." Simon staggered back a step. He suddenly felt physically ill, as his brain finally processed the fact that she had thick, chestnut hair. The famous Bridgerton hair. Not to mention the Bridgerton nose, and cheekbones, and- Bugger it all, this was Anthony's ! Bloody hell. There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend's Sister. While he stood there, probably staring at her like a complete idiot, she planted her hands on her hips, and demanded, "And who are ?" "Simon Basset," he muttered. "The duke?" she squeaked. He nodded grimly. "Oh, dear."
( Julia Quinn )
[ The Duke and I ]
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