CHAPTER FOURTEEN
And that’s how we ended up in Will’s carriage and six, a huge monstrosity of a vehicle that by the great miracle of space comfortably fit together Allard and Ware on the same seat as Vargas’ flashy outfit. Well, almost.
“Stop squishing me!” she snapped as she used her hips to push against Ware.
He was forced up against Allard’s side and glared at his feminine companion. “There is plenty of room for all of us!”
“Not when you keep squishing my dress!” she growled.
Will, Steven, and I watched their bickering from our bench across the way. The worn man sat on Will’s other side and stared in bewilderment at the bickering couple with poor Allard bearing the brunt of Ware’s weight.
Steven swallowed a lump in his throat and looked up at Will as we rolled down the road. “
