Chapter Twenty-One
~May 17~
Charles didn’t know why he’d allowed his cousin to convince him to go for a ride at the height of the afternoon promenade. They both knew how slow going it would to be; they both knew they weren’t actually going to have a pleasant ride. Charles quietly suspected there was a particular young lady his cousin wanted to “accidentally” meet, but he wasn’t saying, so Charles wasn’t going to ask. His cousin’s romantic life was his own private business.
The afternoon was a fine one, however, and it seemed as if everyone in London thought so as well.
“I can’t believe this. We haven’t gone two hundred yards, and already my arm is getting tired from lifting my hat,” Charles complained.
Ainsby laughed. “Clearly, you need to spend more time at Gentleman Jackson’s, build
