Chapter 25
The next day, James drove us back to London. We changed out of our formal clothes, hung them neatly, and then packed enough for two weeks, although James promised he’d keep me naked and in bed for most of that time.
“I hope you don’t object, but you really wouldn’t be able to do much exploring with your ankle in a cast,” he murmured.
“Suppose not. Well, I don’t mind how we spend this holiday.” Going anywhere with him would be more fun than travelling on my own.
“Next time we’ll do touristy things.”
There was going to be a next time!
This time, though, we visited hotels in Scotland and Wales, interrupted our stay in a haunted inn in Tullamore to keep my appointment with Mr Bathurst—I took it as a good sign that he replaced my cast with a lighter one and let me switch from t
