To Sir Phillip, With Love

You will always be a Bridgerton, and we behave with honor and honesty, not because it is expected of us, but because that is what we are

“One might say that I ought to be in London, with my wife and children. In fact, if I did have somewhere else to be, I imagine that would be it. But strangely enough, I seem to be here. In Wiltshire. Where, when I woke in my comfortable bed in London three days ago, I would never have guessed I would be.”

“Ah,” came Colin Bridgerton’s ever-genial voice. “Here’s the happy couple.”

Eloise nodded. “Either that, or they’ve all killed him by now.”

Anthony paused to consider that. “It would save me the expense of a wedding.”

“Bloody hell,” Phillip finally burst out. “If you’re going to break my legs, would you just go ahead and do it now?”

Colin leaned forward. “I really did not want to leave my wife.”

“I can’t work if I have to worry about you,”

He’d be more than happy to disappear into his greenhouse and let her be in charge of everything else.

“Until you agree to take on that role,” he bit off, “you may keep your opinions to yourself.”

he didn’t much care why she’d left.

He just needed to make sure that she stayed.