Chapter Eleven
They rode back to Cynthia’s home in silence, neither one finding the need to speak. After she’d released her horse into the hands of the groom, she turned back to find Mr. Fitzwalter standing by his horse’s head.
“Thank you for a… well, a very diverting afternoon,” she said with a slight laugh.
He inclined his head ever so slightly. “It has been entirely my pleasure. I will see you again soon, I expect.”
“Yes. I’m certain of it.” She took a step back toward the door to the house. “Well, thank you again.” Why did she feel as if she didn’t want to leave him? It was ridiculous. She quickly turned and went through the door being held open by the footman.
She hadn’t even made it to the stair when Sorrell strode from his study. “Oh, Cassia. Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon,”
