*Odette*
He had hired a hansom cab. I can't recall ever traveling in one, although I can't put much trust in my memories since most are missing.
However, I am acutely aware that it is an incredibly small vehicle. He sits beside me, leaving no space between our hips, thighs, and shoulders.
"I know etiquette," I say quietly, the close quarters immersing me in his intoxicating masculine scent with hints of tobacco and whiskey. But beneath it all is the distracting fragrance of a rugged man, his unique blend. "And proper comportment. In a carriage, the gentleman travels backward, allowing the she-wolf to travel forward."
"You're assuming I'm a gentleman." He says.
"Aren't you?" I ask.
He grins rather cheekily. "You've called me a scoundrel on occasion."
"And still, you kept me in your
