As they walked Lucy slipped her arm back into his as if this whole situation were perfectly normal. Perhaps if the man came back they even looked like a couple now that the idea was in his mind that she’d have no further problems from him.

“Is that so? Whatever made you retire from such an aspiration? It seems as if it would be rather worthwhile.” At least to young ladies like her who apparently were mismatched with sheep herders.

“Typically, no. But I suppose all damsels end up in distress from time to time.” Lucy certainly didn’t want him to think that she was completely helpless and that this was a normal occurrence. She gave him a warm smile as she took a glass of champagne from a waiter and sipped it. “Perhaps, it will reignite your heroism?” She teased over her glass, her eyes as playful as her words.