Because of Miss Bridgerton by Julia Quinn

She’d been well up in the tree, easily a good eight feet above the roof of the farmhouse, when the cat had hissed at her, flung out a well-clawed paw, and sent them both tumbling.

The snag jerked her foot sideways, and her already throbbing ankle howled in protest. She shifted her position, wincing as her stocking caught on one of the weatherworn roof shingles. “ And I really don’t like you,” she said. “ Any fool would have known you couldn’t have got down.”Īny fool would have left it up there, but no, Billie had heard the mewling, and she’d been halfway up the tree before it occurred to her that she didn’t even like cats. “ I don’t know what you think you were doing up in that tree,” she continued. “ This is all your fault,” she said to the cat. Oh bloody hell, what did it matter what the time was? It wasn’t going to get her off this damned roof.

If she factored in the time it took to walk. She reckoned she’d been stuck here for an hour, and she’d left the village at two. The sun was wedged quite firmly behind a layer of clouds, which complicated her task, but it had to be at least four o’clock. With a weary groan, she looked up at the sky, trying to gauge the time. The cat assessed the noise, judged it to be beneath its notice, and began to lick its paws.īillie considered the twin standards of dignity and decorum, decided they were both overrated, and returned volley with an immature scowl. Her companion let out a rather unconcerned meow.īillie let out a rather unladylike growl. And to her credit, when Billie made a decision-one that most of humanity would deem beyond foolish-she usually landed quite sprightly on her feet. When she ignored this cautionary voice, it was a conscious decision, made after a (somewhat) careful analysis of her situation.

This could not, she was certain, be considered recklessness. But like any thoughtful individual, she occasionally chose to ignore the little voice of reason that whispered through her mind. On the contrary, she was quite sure that she was one of the most sensible people of her acquaintance. It wasn’t that Billie Bridgerton was lacking in common sense. Midway between Aubrey Hall and Crake House Because of Miss Bridgerton Introduction Excerpt.

Because of Miss Bridgerton by Julia Quinn