First Comes Scandal

He was comfortable with her. He could make the sort of stupid comments that were only a little bit funny and made no sense. The kind one made when one didn’t have to weigh every word and worry about judgment or scorn.

Pack of gossips, we are.” “We are not,” Georgie said emphatically. “We are people who love and care about each other and are therefore logically interested in comings and goings. It is not at all the same as a pack of gossips.” “Sorry,” Violet said with a wince. “There really ought to be a more benign word for people who love and care about each other and are therefore logically interested in the comings and goings.” “Family?” Georgie suggested.

I don't want you to feel grateful that I married you," he said. "But I do," she admitted. "Fine, then. Feel grateful." She drew back. "What?" "If you want to feel grateful, then feel grateful." She blinked. This was not what she'd expected him to say. Then he took her hand and raised it to his lips. "But I get to feel grateful too.

You make yourself sound like a girl.” “I rather feel like one right now, and I have to tell you, I don’t like it.” He shook his head. “I have new respect for all of them, putting up with us telling them what to do.

Demostrar que algo no era correcto no significaba que lo opuesto lo fuera.

That seemed to cover a lot of life, he'd come to realize. Proving something right wasn't the same as proving the opposite wrong.

if it wasn’t good for the goose, the gander could damn well do without too.

Proving something right wasn’t the same as proving the opposite wrong.

tiny movements that spoke volumes and seemed to envelop them in a fine mist of Pretty.

And you’re sure the cat didn’t bite you, lick you, anything like that?” Nicholas asked. “Is it dangerous to be licked by a cat?” Georgie inquired. “Only if it’s in an open wound.” “Thank goodness,” she said. “I’d be dead in a week.” Freddie muttered something under his breath. Nicholas could not fully make out the words, but it was enough for him to splash a little extra whiskey into the wound. “You were saying about the cat?” Nicholas murmured.