Caroline's laugh tinkled in the carriage, she loved that tone, his wry humor. "Are you quite sure?" She rejoined, her eyes twinkling merrily.

A lurch in the carriage sent him into her, his solid weight pressing against her in a way it never had before - except perhaps for a few stolen kisses and even those hadn't been quite the same. She was overly aware of everywhere they touched, of his hand twined tight in her own, of his face only inches away. "And what shall we do until then?" She found herself asking, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.