The Other Miss Bridgerton

Andrew lost the battle to suppress his grin. But then he looked up and saw Lady Bridgerton looking very intently at Poppy, and his mother looking even more intently at him.

His eyes devoured her.

“If I kissed you,” he whispered, “would you let me?”

Have they thought of a name?” Poppy asked. Her cousin Edmund had married quite young—he was barely nineteen at his wedding. But he and his bride were wildly happy by all accounts and currently expecting their second child. They lived quite close to Aubrey Hall, in a charming manor house given to them as a wedding gift from Edmund’s parents.

“Benedict if it’s a boy,” Lady Bridgerton said. “Beatrice for a girl.”

You are related to the viscount?”

“He is my uncle

“My job—no, my duty—is to transport documents and carry messages. Why do you think I could not delay our departure for Portugal? It wasn’t about me .

“My job—no, my duty—is to transport documents and carry messages. Why do you think I could not delay our departure for Portugal? It wasn’t about me . It was never about me.”

He had to deliver a message. He was working for the government. Poppy’s brain was spinning. Everything was starting to make sense.

“This is how I serve my country,” he said. “It is what you must do, as well.”

shot her a glance over his shoulder. “Do you think I know what was in the packet of papers I gave to the British envoy yesterday

shot her a glance over his shoulder. “Do you think I know what was in the packet of papers I gave to the British envoy yesterday

His name is Mr. Walpole. You must go alone and tell him I sent you.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You know the British envoy