Chapter Twenty-Two
I do hope it will not rain, my lord,” Lady Darlington called out from the open cabriolet where she sat with Miss Collingwood.
“You echo my sentiments exactly, my lady,” Reath called back.
“Past few days have been dreadful with it,” Fungy said, pulling his horse closer to the carriage. “Lucky we’ve gotten a dry day.”
“Well, I am certainly grateful for this respite from the rain,” Miss Collingwood said, clearly enjoying the outing. “I was so pleased when I received your note this morning, my lord, saying that we were going ahead with our plans despite the lack of sun today. I do so hate being cooped up inside the house for so many days on end.”
Sara smiled over at her friend from the mare she was riding, and Reath felt his lips curve at the evident warmth between the
