Chapter Thirty-Two
November 23rd, 1808
Somersetshire
It was raining when they left Bristol. Their party now numbering five, Reid hired two post-chaises to convey them to Exeter. Letty traveled in the foremost carriage with him and Houghton. She had the very strong impression that Reid would have preferred not to be in the same carriage as her; he seemed unable to meet her eyes today, and whenever he addressed her, he spoke to her shoulder.
They journeyed south through a gray, wet landscape. Letty spent the first hour studying her gloves, plucking at the fingertips, wishing she’d not given in to the impulse to kiss Reid’s organ. And really, in the light of day, it was difficult to understand why she’d done something so bold and scandalous and obviously wrong.
She loved Reid, and she’d
