Ashton glanced down at his clothes. "I suppose I should change first. I loathe these large clothes on me."
"Do you need me to change, too?"
"I think you'll be able to move around faster in those boy's trousers. Do you have another pair?"
"No." She frowned. "I took these from your stable boy."
"Then don't change. I won't be very long." He darted up the stairs to his room, excitement pumping in his blood with each step. This must be what Nicole felt right before catching a thief. The feeling was surreal, and he loved the enthusiasm coursing through his body. Perhaps this was why Nicole continued to be a spy...especially if she didn't enjoy lying to people as she'd claimed before.
It didn't take him long to change into his own clothes. He grabbed two of his overcoats and hurried back do
