Blushing, she apologized and struggled to her side of the carriage bench. “Nothing to forgive.” Jack rapped on the wall of the carriage. “Mr. Whisker, a little more care if you please.” The coachman grumbled and Constance hid a smile. The state of the road wasn’t the driver’s fault, but Jack always hated his passengers getting thrown about. Across from her, Virginia appeared serene, but Hallam’s face was one constant scowl. Just like Jack’s. Neither man was happy to traipse about in inclement weather, and certainly not to a garden party. But Virginia had been adamant and so here they were, hoping the rain would hold off long enough for the event. Jack folded his arms across his chest. “Are you certain we need to attend?” “Pixie must be seen about Town if she wishes to be successful in her search,” Virginia assured him. Jack’s expression grew pained. “I’m sure there are other events.” “A garden party is perfect, and you know it.
