Lady Bridget's Diary (Keeping Up with the Cavendishes #1)(83)

I love that when I have thoughts of kisses and more than that, he is just downstairs and I only need to go knock on his door . . .

She set down her pen. That would do for now; she had a whole lifetime with him to add to the list and a desperate need to go kiss him, immediately, because she could. But before she shut the book she flipped through the pages and noticed something—-there was writing on a random page in the middle. It was not her handwriting. In fact, it looked like . . . Darcy’s.

Things I love about my wife

I always know what she is thinking.

I love that she stands back up when she falls.

I love that she makes me feel alive and reminds me what is important.

I love things that I am too much of a stuffy English gentleman to put into words, but she knows what they are . . .

With that, Bridget laughed, closed the diary, locked it, and put it away. Then she went off in search of Darcy, to interrupt whatever vital work he was doing, with something far more important: a kiss.