Chapter Nine
“I detest smelling salts!” Elise opened her eyes and shoved the offending bottle away from her face, then gave him a frosty glare.
“Then you should not have fainted.” Relief flowed through Michael. For a moment, fear of losing her had paralyzed him, but when he realized what had happened he’d ordered the coach to stop and called for her maid to help him. God, he was going to hate explaining this to her brother.
“I didn’t faint. I never faint.”
He cracked a cocksure grin. “Right.”
“Did I hear my lady? Has she come to?” Bridget asked behind him.
Elise tried to sit up, but he held her down. “Rest. Your maid’s just concerned. Yes, she’s finally come around,” he said to the maid. “Why do you women insist on wearing things like this—” Michael held up the spencer. “—on warm day
