His brother’s amusement at Harper’s request to borrow a suitable conveyance to take a lady to Moldton had only dimmed a little when Harper had reported that it had nothing to do with any personal interest in Arrabella Farthing, but was to satisfy his curiosity about his birth parents. In spite of the reason for their journey, it was good to be out in the morning sunshine with a pretty lady like Arrabella seated beside him. She looked positively radiant today, and even more beautiful than yesterday. He studied her closely and noted the sparkle of joy that shone in her eyes that had grown considerably when she had caught sight of the curricle he had brought for her to travel in. Her enthusiasm for the trip was evident from the infectious smile that curved her sensual lips, and the faint tinge of pink that coloured her cheeks. The tight bun at the back of her neck did little to confine her wayward curls, and he watched several silken strands slither free of the tight confines and bob gently against her face.
