“Are you sure you know how to operate this contraption?” she asked. “Aye, darlin’. I’ve used them in London and places beyond. This is a simple one-horse chaise. We’ll be fine. The gentleman at the station is seeing to our baggage and gave me instructions on how to find Southen’s estate.” He held out his hand. “Here, climb aboard.” Dear God, would they both fit on that small seat? Rory with his broad shoulders and her with her broad hips. She placed her booted foot on the runner and hoisted herself up. Rory jumped up next to her, holding the reins. His muscular body pressed against hers from shoulder to calf. The sizzle of awareness she had on the train jumped back to life. “Under the seat is a throw. Could you get it, please?” he asked. “But, it’s the end of May. The sun is out. We don’t need a throw.” “Lay it across our hips; I want you to touch me as we drive.” He whispered his request in her ear, sending shivers through her whole body. Lord, when he did that.
