“Are you driving?” she asked, glancing at him with a look of concern.
“No, although I could if the need arises.” He pulled on wool gloves. “One of the stable lads drives his father’s wagon all over the place, so I’m letting him take the reins. We’re taking one of the footmen too.”
“There’s a basket in there already,” added Harriet. “But you’ll have to come up with one of your old country legends to explain why there is only lemonade.”
“You make jests about my familiarity with country legends?” He stared scornfully at her.
“I do indeed.” She gave him back look for look, her lips quivering on a grin.
“Disrespectful wench.”
“That’s what you get for marrying the housekeeper.” She threw him a saucy wink over her shoulder as she took herself off.
For a few seconds Paul wondered what it would be like to place a firm smack onherround bottom. Then he reminded himself he was not Lord Pennington. He’d prefer that bottom be bare before he spanked it.
