*Josie*
I fight to quell my disappointment that my mate has arranged for the cabriolet to be readied and for a groom to sit beside me, serving as driver, while Nathan sits magnificently astride a horse and leads the way.
Why is he discarding me? Every time it seems as though we are returning to the closeness we once shared, he retreats. While I am certain it is quite ridiculous, I am beginning to wonder if Ethan has disparaged me to such an extent on their sojourn that Nathan has fallen out of love with me.
The hood of the carriage is raised, buffeting me from the winds, so I can't blame them for the tears pricking my eyes. I had such hopes for the outing. Now I rather wish that I had simply gone by myself. On the other hand, I'm not certain that Nathan has ever cut such a fine figure
