She breathed again and tried not to think of all that needed to be done at Marland House. She did love a phaeton, after all. And the pretty morning bid for a fair afternoon and evening. At this hour the park lay quiet and largely deserted. The very elegant Earl of Conover drove a fine vehicle, pulled by a magnificent team of matched greys. The conversation was easy and light. They spoke of the lecture and of some of the more exotic artefacts they had seen. Everything was perfectly lovely, in short. And yet, she could not summon the same excitement that she’d felt when out riding with Braedon. She shivered. It felt both odd and exhilarating to use his given name, after all of these months. She smiled over at the earl. ‘This has been a lovely break for me, my lord. But I cannot help but wonder if you had a particular reason for inviting me.’ The earl had shown up at Marland House this morning, asking for her. He had been gracious, flattering and at last insistent that she come out for a drive with him.
What do You think about Unbuttoning Miss Hardwick?
