Chapter Eight
She was charming and beautiful. Her intelligence was unmatched by any other young English lady he’d ever met—not that he’d met very many. Living and working in Paris, he really hadn’t had much time to socialize with anyone, let alone the very few English people who were there. But now he wondered if he’d missed something. Were all young ladies this clever?
He would have to do a study to find out, but right now he was more than happy to stand here and speak with this particular subject.
“So, what took you to Paris?” he asked.
Her smile grew as she was clearly reminded of happier times. “My father and I were in the racing circuit. We both own horses which are ridden by professional riders, and we ride in races ourselves.”
“Ah, yes, that’s right. You said your father was ri
