One minute later, they were making their way toward a secluded copse of trees on the banks of the Serpentine, one of the few places in Hyde Park that wasn’t overrun with the crush of humanity who had turned out to see and be seen during the afternoon promenade.
“What. In God’s name. Is wrong with you?” Caro hissed at him through a clenched smile.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” he murmured, which earned him an impressive glare. “Ostensibly you could be referring to the way I contrived to get you out of Graverley’s carriage—”
“We can’t discuss our activities of the past week before Lord Graverley’s coachman, Henry. I could be ruined!”
“—or my leading you on this extremely pleasant stroll—”
“You mean this forced march to the Serpentine—”
“—although it is patently obvious that my onl
