Chapter 21

Carriages weren't as comfortable as they looked in the movies. Besides the rocking motion, and the lack of shock absorption, the seat needed a few extra feet in length. Not a simpering miss who shied away from the proximity of a well built and beautiful man, she acknowledged that the duke was too large, too intimidating, and far too delicious a treat. He was impossible to ignore, even though he tried to make it easier for her to do so. He hadn't said a word since they'd left the Manor.

When he handed her up into the carriage, he'd dropped his hands from her like she'd been cloaked in burning acid. Well, he might not have appreciated the close contact, but she'd admit she'd been rattled. How in the hell did a single moment of his hands on hers turn her insides to warm, sloshing Cream of Wheat?

She refocused her attention to the man brooding in the seat beside her. "How much longer?"

Not deigning to turn his attention from the horse's rear, he replied, "Not much."