Henry lingered at the top of the stairs long enough to make sure the coast was clear before hurrying back to the library.
“He’s gone,” he said as he burst through the door. “You can come out now.”
Caro emerged from beneath the desk, looking immensely relieved. “Thank you for covering for me. I truly appreciate—” She bit her lip, by all appearances trying to suppress a smile.
It was contagious. “What?”
“‘How are you enjoying the Season so far?’” she mimicked, and they both burst into laughter.
It took a full minute for them to return to some semblance of calm. Henry offered Caro his handkerchief, which she used to dab at her eyes. “If you could’ve seen me when you said that. I had to bite my glove to stay silent.”
“I had to say something!”
“I don’t mean to criticize,” she hastened to
