Chapter Three
The Spanker is a Lady
Lady Carolyn Dearborn put on her sunglasses immediately after she left Fakenham Hall and came out into the glare; she was already dreading an encounter with Bridges, the seedy little vicar of St.Thomas’s. Each time she came to arrange the flowers, her turn was always on a Friday, she prayed she’d be left alone to get on with it. But no, up he popped on some pretext or another. She could hardly challenge his right to be there, but she had no doubt that he was stalking her, if not stalking her exactly, making sure he took every opportunity to be where she was.
And he was a toady of the first water. She hated it when people showed undue deference to her title and position.
On the other hand, she was glad to have a reason to escape from Louis. A state o
