Sir Phillip knew that Eloise Bridgerton was a spinster, and so he’d proposed, figuring that she’d be homely and unassuming, and greater than a little desperate for an give of marriage. Except . she wasn’t. The beautiful girl on his doorstep was not quiet, so when she ceased talking long more than enough to close her mouth, all he wanted to do was kiss her . . . and even more. Did he think she was mad? Eloise Bridgerton couldn’t marry a guy she had by no means met! But then she started thinking . . . about To Sir Phillip, with Like and questioning . . . and before she knew it, she is at a hired carriage in the center of the night, on her behalf way to meet the person she hoped may be her perfect match. Except . . . he wasn’t. Her perfect husband wouldn’t become so moody and ill-mannered, even though Phillip was certainly good looking, he was a large brute of a guy, rough and rugged, and totally unlike the London gentlemen vying on her behalf hand. However when he smiled . . . so when he kissed her . . . the rest of the world simply dropped aside, and she couldn’t help but wonder . . . could this imperfect guy be perfect for her?