He cupped her gently, his thumb caressing. “Sylvia,” he groaned. He slid his hand up to her bare throat and slowly back down again, until his fingertips dipped below the neckline of her gown. Yes, yes, so close, just a little more, a little farther…
“Hullo, what have we here?”
Tony abruptly sat up, pulling Sylvia with him. The hoofbeats had stopped because the rider had arrived. She hid her face against his shoulder, mortified. “Devil take the hindmost,” Tony muttered, pulling her sleeve back up on her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her close, shielding her from prying eyes. “Can’t a man find a moment alone with his wife anywhere?”
The horseback rider raised his lantern. “Sinclair, isn’t it? And Lady Montgomery?”
“Mrs. Sinclair,” Tony corrected.
“Good evening,
