Miraude pushed playfully at her companion’s hands.Maldurel of South Marr looked at her in reproach and leaned back into a corner of the coach. “You’re very proper tonight.”She dimpled at him. “Don’t rush me.”“Thought you liked to be rushed.”“Well, sometimes I do . . .” Her expression grew wicked. “But tonight I feel like keeping something for later.”“Oh oh!” Maldurel stared at her. “Think I’m not capable, then? Not up to both occasions?” She giggled. He took her hand and kissed the palm. Then the wrist and the inside of her elbow. “Well?”She stopped giggling long enough to kiss him. Then she pulled away and said primly, “The driver.”“Paid to keep quiet, like all your people.” He peered at her. “Trying to tell me something, Mimi?” Miraude stroked his hand. He considered her for a moment, then continued, “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for Prince Kenan. You’ve been seen with him a lot lately.”She shrugged, “He’s interesting. He knows a lot of history.”“Don’t call that interesting,”
