Anthony Bridgerton leaned back in his leather chair,and then announced, "I'm thinking about getting married." Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detestedโtipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legsโfell over. Colin Bridgerton started to choke. Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly on the back, sending a green olive sailing across the table. It narrowly missed Anthony's ear.
Julia QuinnAnd if that weren't bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click. The damned woman had locked him out. She'd taken all the food and locked him out. "You'll pay for this!" he yelled at the door. "Do be quiet," came the muffled reply. "I'm eating.
Julia QuinnHyacinth,โ Lady Bridgerton said in a vaguely disapproving voice, โdo try to speak in complete sentences.โ Hyacinth looked at her mother with a surprised expression. โBiscuits. Are. Good.โ She cocked her head to the side. โNoun. Verb. Adjective.โ โHyacinth.โ โNoun. Verb. Adjective.โ Colin said, wiping a crumb from his grinning face. โSentence. Is. Correct.
Julia QuinnBlake took a small roll from the tray on the table, then put it back in favor of a larger one. And maybe a little butter. It certainly couldn't hurt. And jam...no, he drew the line at jam. She was a spy, after all.
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