AS AMELIA WAS LED UPSTAIRS by a footman, she realized she should have inquired of Arthur if she was being given a room of her own or expected to share his. If they were sharing, Amelia hoped Arthur would have warned her, but recent events made her wary of assuming. She could have just asked, but didn’t know how without sounding — and feeling — immensely awkward.
It wasn’t until she was ushered into a lush but anonymously appointed room that she was certain she would be sleeping alone. She was relieved. Kissing Arthur, and thinking about doing more than kissing him, was one thing. But this weekend was going to be overwhelming enough without adding s*x into the mix. If he could kiss her and then not speak with her for two weeks — not even to offer an explanation as to why — could she trust
