Snow would have been less unpleasant against his face. ‘I ordered the coach to take us to the church,’ said Julia, darting him an anxious, and apologetic, look as he stepped back up into the shelter of the porte-cochère. ‘As soon as I knew you intended to come with me.’ ‘You didn’t expect me to come with you?’ So that explained the way her eyes had widened when he’d put on his own coat and reached for his hat when she’d told him where she was going. She’d really thought he would let her attend the wedding of the two people who’d so foully betrayed her, alone? Had nobody ever considered her feelings, or attempted to support her before? At least that explained why she’d sent the little housemaid scurrying off—it must have been with a message to the stables to have a carriage prepared. ‘I am sorry, it isn’t the most comfortable carriage in the stables,’ she said as an ancient vehicle rumbled through the arch.
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