Anthony nodded. I shall see you for supper.
I’ll join you, he murmured as he crossed the room and picked up a crystal decanter that sat on a mahogany side table, but I believe I’ll have a brandy instead.Kate watched as he poured himself a drink, then swirled it absently in his hand. It was at times like these that she found it so difficult to keep her heart out of her eyes. He was so handsome in the late afternoon. She wasn’t sure why; maybe it was the faint hint of stubble on his cheeks or the fact that his hair was always slightly mussed from whatever it was he did all day. Or maybe it was simply that she didn’t often get to see him this time of day; she’d once read a poem that said the unexpected moment was always sweeter.
As Kate gazed upon her husband, she rather thought that poet might be right.So, Anthony said after taking a sip of his drink, what have you two ladies been discussing?Kate looked to her sister for permission to share her news, and when Edwina nodded, she said, Edwina has met a gentleman she fancies.
Really? Anthony asked, sounding interested in a strangely paternal sort of manner. He perched on the arm of Kate’s chair, a relaxed, overstuffed piece of furniture that was not at all in fashion but well loved nonetheless in the Bridgerton household for its uncommon comfort. I should like to meet him, he added.You should? Edwina echoed, blinking like an owl. You would?
Of course. In fact, I insist upon it. When neither lady commented, he scowled a bit and added, I am the head of the family, after all. That’s what we do.
Edwina’s lips parted with surprise. I—I hadn’t realized you felt a responsibility toward me.No need to get upset about it.
I’m not upset—But actually, no, he didn’t mention you.
Kate suddenly felt upset.He had a lot to say about Newton, though.