“I’m going to push you up… You should be able to—” But she was already in. Hyacinth Bridgerton was clearly a born athlete. Either that or a cat burglar.
“I don’t think anyone heard. Can you get up by yourself?”
“As long as the window is already open, it’s no trouble.” He was inside in under twenty seconds.
“I’m impressed,” Hyacinth said.
“You’re impressed by strange things,” he said, brushing himself off.
“Anyone can bring flowers,” she said with a shrug.
“Are you saying all a man needs to do to win your heart is scale a building?”
She looked back out the window. “Well, he’d have to do a bit more than this. Two stories, at the very least.”
— from It’s in His Kiss (Bridgertons #7) by Julia Quinn
I love, love, love the whole Bridgertons series. In #7, Hyacinth and St. Clair are both just plain great.