Bridget And Rhys Quotes

Next to them, Bridget and Rhys’s daughter watched their roughhousing with a mystified expression that was far too mature for her years. With her blond hair and gray eyes, little Camilla von Ascheberg was a miniature clone of her parents. She also looked surprisingly regal for a two-year-old in her blue dress and matching hair bow.

Rhys’s grip on my chin tightened. “I don’t need a happily ever after. I need to be by your side. I need you happy and healthy and safe. Goddammit, Bridget, I need you. In any way I can have you.” His voice broke for the first time in all my years with him, and my heart cracked in response.

It was usually restricted to staff only. This year, I broke my own rule and invited Rhys, who was in town without Bridget for once for some diplomatic event, and Alex,

Remember when you gave me shit after the Bridget situation?” Rhys was practically in a state of schadenfreude, that bastard. “You said love is, and I quote, ‘tedious, boring, and utterly unnecessary. People in love are the most insufferable on the planet.’” His grin widened. “Want to take that back?

I could not be attracted to my bodyguard. Not in a way that gave me butterflies. They’d only fluttered when we first met, but they’d died quickly after Rhys opened his mouth. Why were they returning now, when I had a full grasp on how insufferable he was? Get yourself together, Bridget.

Rhys, are you a secret romantic?” “I don’t know.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, the knot of nerves in my stomach doubling. Bridget sucked in an audible breath, but otherwise everything hushed—the wind, the birds, the roar of the Pacific in the distance. It was like the entire world held its breath, waiting to see what happened next. “You tell me.

I was proud of how normal I sounded when my insides were doing things that were anything but normal. Fluttering, skipping, twisting. My doctor would have a field day. “We’ve passed a milestone. Rhys Larsen’s first compliment to Bridget von Ascheberg, and it only took two years. Mark it down.” Rhys snorted, but humor filled his eyes. “One year and ten months,” he said. “If we’re counting.” Which he was. If my heart skipped any more songs it’d have no playlist left. Not good. Not good at all.

Across the altar, Rhys fell unnaturally still. His eyes locked onto Bridget’s, and his face glowed with such love it made my heart squeeze. A meteor could’ve landed in the cathedral and he wouldn’t have been able to tear his eyes away from her.

I was happy for Bridget and Rhys, but all I could think about was Jules.

When I found the right person, I wanted to get swept up in that grand, all-consuming love. The type of love that’d compelled Alex to move to another country for Ava, that gave Bridget and Rhys the courage to go against a country, and that transformed years of animosity between Josh and Jules into something beautiful. That type of love existed. I’d witnessed it with my own eyes.

No one appreciates my good ideas,” Josh muttered. He looked at Rhys hopefully. “Larsen?” “Let me put it this way,” Rhys said. “If you’d tried to tag along with me and Bridget on our honeymoon, I would’ve tossed you out of the plane after takeoff. Without a parachute.

Remember when you gave me shit after the Bridget situation?” Rhys was practically in a state of schadenfreude, that bastard. “You said love is, and I quote, ‘tedious, boring, and utterly unnecessary. People in love are the most insufferable on the planet.’” His grin widened. “Want to take that back?” “It’s deeply concerning that you can quote me word for word. Find a new hobby, Larsen. Obsessing over me isn’t healthy.