Book: It's in His Kiss
Quotes of Book: It's in His Kiss
I love you, too," she said.He took her face in his hands and kissed her, once,deeply, on the mouth. "I mean," he said, "I really loveyou."She quirked a brow. "Is this a contest?""It is anything you want," he promised.She grinned, that enchanting, perfect smile that was soquintessentially hers. "I feel I must warn you, then," shesaid, cocking her head to the side. "When it comes tocontests and games, I always win.""Always?"Her eyes grew sly. "Whenever it matters."He felt himself smile, felt his soul lighten and his worriesslip away. "And what, precisely, does that mean?""It means," she said, reaching up and undoing the buttonsof her coat, "that I really really love you. book-quoteI'm not trying to impress you," he replied, glancing up at the front of the room. "Gads," he said, blinking in surprise. "What is that ?"Hyacinth followed his gaze. Several of the Pleinsworth progeny, one of whom appeared to be costumed as a shepherdess, were milling about."Now that's an interesting coincidence," Gareth murmured."It might be time to start bleating," she agreed."I thought this was meant to be a poetry recitation."Hyacinth grimaced and shook her head. "An unexpected change to the program, I'm afraid.""From iambic pentameter to Little Bo Peep?" he asked doubtfully. "It does seem a stretch."Hyacinth gave him a rueful look. "I think there will still be iambic pentameter."His mouth fell open. "From Peep?"She nodded, holding up the program that had been resting in her lap. "It's an original composition," she said, as if that would explain everything. "By Harriet Pleinsworth.The Shepherdess, the Unicorn, and Henry VIII .""All of them? At once?""I'm not jesting," she said, shaking her head."Of course not. Even you couldn't have made this up."Hyacinth decided to take that as a compliment."Why didn't I receive one of these?" he asked, taking the program from her."I believe it was decided not to hand them out to the gentlemen," Hyacinth said, glancing about the room. "One has to admire Lady Pleinsworth's foresight, actually. You'd surely flee if you knew what was in store for you. book-quotehumorsheephenry-viiiSpeaking of which," he murmured.Hyacinth's mouth fell open as he dropped down to oneknee. "What are you doing?" she squeaked, franticallylooking this way and that. Lord St. Clair was surely peekingout at them, and heaven only knew who else was, too."Someone will see," she whispered.He seemed unconcerned. "People will say we're inlove.""I-" Good heavens, but how did a woman argueagainst that?"Hyacinth Bridgerton," he said, taking her hand in his,"will you marry me?"She blinked in confusion. "I already said I would.""Yes, but as you said, I did not ask you for the right reasons.They were mostly the right reasons, but not all.""I-I-" She was stumbling on the words, choking onthe emotion.He was staring up at her, his eyes glowing clear andblue in the dim light of the streetlamps. "I am asking youto marry me because I love you," he said book-quoteHe turned to her. "Didn't you see the lightning strike the steeple?"
She recovered with a sip of tea, then smiled sweetly. "I was listening too devotedly to the sermon."
"Claptrap last week," Lady D announced. "I think the priest is getting old."
Gareth opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, his grandmother's cane swung around in a remarkably steady horizontal arc. "Don't," she warned, "make a comment beginning with the words, 'Coming from you…'"
"I wouldn't dream of it," he demurred.
"Of course you would," she stated. "You wouldn't be my grandson if you wouldn't." She turned to Hyacinth. "Don't you agree?"
To her credit, Hyacinth folded her hands in her lap and said, "Surely there is no right answer to that question."
"Smart girl," Lady D said approvingly.
"I learn from the master."
Lady Danbury beamed. book-quotehumorromancelady-dBut that's not what I'm trying to tell you," Violet said, her eyes taking on a slightly determined expression. "What I'm trying to say is that when you were born, and they put you into my arms-it's strange, because for some reason I was so convinced you would look just like your father. I thought for certain I would look down and see his face, and it would be some sort of sign from heaven."
Hyacinth's breath caught as she watched her, and she wondered why her mother had never told her this story. And why she'd never asked.
"But you didn't," Violet continued. "You looked rather like me. And then-oh my, I remember this as if it were yesterday-you looked into my eyes, and you blinked. Twice."
"Twice?" Hyacinth echoed, wondering why this was important.
"Twice." Violet looked at her, her lips curving into a funny little smile. "I only remember it because you looked so deliberate. It was the strangest thing. You gave me a look as if to say, 'I know exactly what I'm doing.' "
A little burst of air rushed past Hyacinth's lips, and she realized it was a laugh. A small one, the kind that takes a body by surprise.
"And then you let out a wail," Violet said, shaking her head. "My heavens, I thought you were going to shake the paint right off the walls. And I smiled. It was the first time since your father died that I smiled."
Violet took a breath, then reached for her tea. Hyacinth watched as her mother composed herself, wanting desperately to ask her to continue, but somehow knowing the moment called for silence.
For a full minute Hyacinth waited, and then finally her mother said, softly, "And from that moment on, you were so dear to me. I love all my children, but you…" She looked up, her eyes catching Hyacinth's. "You saved me."
Something squeezed in Hyacinth's chest. She couldn't quite move, couldn't quite breathe. She could only watch her mother's face, listen to her words, and be so very, very grateful that she'd been lucky enough to be her child.
"In some ways I was a little too protective of you," Violet said, her lips forming the tiniest of smiles, "and at the same time too lenient. You were so exuberant, so completely sure of who you were and how you fit into the world around you. You were a force of nature, and I didn't want to clip your wings."
"Thank you," Hyacinth whispered, but the words were so soft, she wasn't even sure she'd said them aloud. book-quote
