“No?” He rubbed his chin. “That’s strange, for I remember the pleasant aspects of it quite clearly.”
“Oh, Flynn.” She regarded him with amusement. “Let’s return to the house, have luncheon, and change into riding clothes.”
His heart gave a leap of pleasure to find she enjoyed their gentle sparring as much as he did. He offered his arm, and they turned back along the road to Owltree Cottage. “I met Crowthorne in the village,” Flynn said. “Wanted to know what I was doing here. Of course, I didn’t oblige the fellow.”
Her eyes widened. “I wonder what he plans to do.”
“I suspect we’ll know soon enough,” Flynn said grimly, “after we leave the house empty for him. It’s good that he’s aware of me. We need to apply pressure rather than be the subject of it.”
Althea grimaced. “I hope they don’t damage the house after we leave.”
He thought of Barraclough. Where the devil were his men? “They won’t get the chance.”
