Instead of an enclosed carriage, he drove a phaeton– an intimate conveyance containing one bench seat that they’d have to share. Clever man, he’d have to drive, and no driver or footman would witness what passed between them. Olivia smiled to herself. He’d planned well, but she’d planned even better. Aside from two passengers, the rig only had enough room for the picnic basket between their feet. Ever the gentleman, he’d also stowed a pair of blankets against a chill if the sun disappeared. “I hope you don’t mind the informality,” he said. “I’ve only just bought this, and I want to try it out.” “It’s comfortable.” “And fast. We’ll reach our destination quickly.” “Where would that be?” He touched the reins to the horse’s rump. “You’ll see.” The tiny carriage did seem to fly through the city streets, and they soon found themselves entering the countryside. Scenery went by too fast for Olivia to take it all in. She settled in as the sun warmed her shoulders and the air grew sweeter.
