Once he mounted his gelding he gave a frustrated huff, wheeled his gray around and set off to lead them both down the path they’d taken up to the overlook. When they rounded the bend on the trail they were hit with a strong wind which pulled at Charlotte’s hat. Ducking her head so the hat wouldn’t blow off, she followed his gelding, all the while regretting her last words to him.
Was she making him pay for the sins of the young men in London who never gave her a second glance for the last four seasons? Men who never asked her to dance, nor even just sit long enough to engage in conversation unless forced. There were a few lordlings whose aim was obviously to get information from her regarding Isabel or Penelope. Every one of the them were polite to her only because they desired informatio
