She seemed tense for some reason. Being cooped up in a closed carriage with him, even for a short period of time, probably wouldn't help, he decided. They had made a great deal of progress in becoming more easy in each other’s company, but today she’d seemed to take a step back from that. Indeed, she relaxed the moment he suggested strolling home. The hot air didn't seem to bother her at all as she turned her face to the sun, basking in its glow. Alex couldn't help but smile, remembering the scandalized high sticklers back at Wesley's wedding brunch, all of them horrified that he'd carried his bride off while it was still daylight. At his and Grace's wedding, he wouldn't have dared to do such a thing. They'd waited, very properly, for that night to consummate. Although he wished he'd had the balls to do as Wesley had. He wished he had the balls to do it right now. It was probably fortunate that he didn't, as Grace would not thank him for carrying her off down the street.
