Rem murmured, working the tangles from Sammy’s hair with his fingers. The window curtains remained drawn, but Sammy’s gown was rearranged, Rem’s breeches refastened as the carriage made its seventh trip around Hyde Park. “Would you mind terribly?” She twisted around to see his face, simultaneously scooping Aunt Gertrude’s hat off the carriage floor. A corner of Rem’s mouth lifted. “You never did explain that unusual headpiece.” “It’s Aunt Gertie’s. She generously offered to lend it to me. “I see. Did you select this particular one?” Eyes twinkling, Rem stroked one of the garish plumes. “Not exactly. Actually, I didn’t request any hat at all. I merely asked Aunt Gertie if she wished to chaperon us on our carriage ride through Hyde Park, given that today is Cynthia’s day off. She misunderstood.” “I see.” Rem lifted Sammy’s disheveled tresses and pressed his lips to her nape. “In that case I’m terribly grateful. I would have found a chaperon very inconvenient on this particular ride.”
