"Lord Hawley ..."

As the coach door shut behind him, Cass snapped her mouth shut in advance of asking what he wanted. After all the last time she'd asked him that, look at the resulting mess. Anyway nothing would stop her leaving.

"Checking for stolen silverware, are you?"

In reply he eased his limbs, long and lean in immaculate fawn breeches and a robin's-egg colored coat, onto the seat opposite. Good God, what had he done to his face? Two of the worst nicks ...