“I’ll go first,” George said, moving over to the ladder. She’d tried to save the mangy beast because it was the right thing to do, then she had tried to save it again, if only because it seemed like a waste of her previous efforts not to, but now… Never let it be said that Billie Bridgerton was in possession of a sentimental heart. The point was, she understood men, and she knew when to keep her mouth shut.īesides, she was done with that cursed animal. Four if she included George, which she wasn’t quite sure she did. She had two brothers by blood and three more who might as well have been brothers in the Rokesby household. She tried for a smile and settled for a shrug. “That cat,” George growled, “can rot in hell.” He looked ready to tear someone’s head off, and she was closer than the cat. George gritted his teeth, said something quite unsavory under his breath, and reached out for the cat.īillie scooted back an inch. “I’m not going to abandon it after all this.” “The cat,” he repeated, giving her a surely you jest look. He edged carefully back to the end of the roof, turning around so that he could set one foot on the top rung of the ladder. She was just usually too busy being irritated by him to notice. He’d always been dependable, she realized. As if it were absurd even to ponder the question.
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