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“I rather like playing with the black ball,” George said, smoothly changing the subject. But Billie had been watching him; she couldn’t be positive, but she thought she’d seen him hiding a smile. Good. “It’s a very manly color,” Lady Alexandra confirmed. Billie nearly gagged. “It’s the color of death,” Andrew said, rolling his eyes. “The Mallet of Death,” George said thoughtfully. He swung it back and forth a few times, like a macabre pendulum. “It has quite a ring to it.” Andrew snorted. “You laugh,” George dared, “but you know you want it.” —Because of Miss Bridgerton, Julia Quinn.

"Dear God, he almost kissed Billie Bridgerton." Chapter ten. "She was suddenly aware. Of his breath, warm across her skin. Of his eyes, so blue and so magnetically fastened upon her own. Of his lips, fine, full, and carrying a hint of a smile. Of him. Simply of him." Chapter fifteen. —Because of Miss Bridgerton, Julia Quinn.