“You have no horse in London, I take it?”
Kitty shook her head. “No. We don’t really need a hack. And at Ridlington, we walked or used the gig.”
“I will mount you if you wish,” he said. Then wished he hadn’t, as the vision his words engendered sent a bolt of arousal directly to his groin. He shifted a little on the hard seat.
“That’s a generous offer, and I appreciate it. But I must refuse, not because it would be appallingly shocking, but because it would be a waste of a horse.” She laughed. “And we’re about to be shocking enough. Let’s start there.”
The chimneys of London were already in sight, and it wasn’t long before the road gave way to city lanes and the outskirts of the Metropolis.
“We’re almost there. Last chance to change our plans…”
“Max.” Kitty looked at him, lifting that chin again. “I’mnot going to change my mind. Ifyou’rehaving second thoughts, of course…”
He grinned at her. “Scandal is my middle name.”
She raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“All right, it’s Frederick. But you understand what I mean.”
“Indeed.” She settled herself comfortably, tilted her bonnet to the precise angle that flattered her the most, and folded her hands in her lap. “Onward, Max. Onward into an excitingly scandalous adventure.
