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He brought his horse to a halt on her side of the carriage, even though itthat his interest was in her He swept his beaver hat fro with a possessiveness that she wanted to deny "Lady Anne"

She wished they were in the country so they could go galloping over the rolling hills together She wished she hadn’t felt a need to be polite and accept Chetwyn’s offer to accompany her She wished she understood this exciteh her sih to breathe the same air as she "Lord Tristan, what a pleasant surprise"

What in the world rong with her voice? She sounded like a pesky little dor me Did I not make clear that I would join you at the park?"

She stopped breathing, waiting in horror for him to reveal exactly when they had the conversation, but apparently even he realized that would be a step too far and would neatly slice her reputation to ribbons With her worry dissipating, her anger sparked She’d not have hiaues wagging "During our dance I recallthis afternoon I expected to be alone Instead Lord Chetas kind enough to giveof Tristan’s jaw, she turned to her traveling companion "Lord Chetwyn, allow e" He spoke the last word as though it left a bitter taste in his mouth

She’d never heard him speak so succinctly, and realized he was no happier than Tristan "Oh, I see Of course"

Tristan’s gaze dropped to her lap No, not hers Chetwyn’s Her hand was still entangled with his She wanted to snatch hers free, but he closed his fingers so tightly around theo numb To separate them noould do little more than cause a scene

"A lovely day isn’t it?" she offered

"A stor," Tristan answered, and she suspected he wasn’t talking about the weather

"Do you find the park to your liking?"

The right side of his rin hich she’d beco Don’t, she wanted to beg, don’t say anything that will give Chetwyn cause to believe we are more than acquaintances

"I prefer the sea"

"When will you be returning to it, my lord?" Chetwyn asked

"When aze settled on her To her shah her She was his business But for how long and to what purpose? A few iven no indication that he desired ether gave way to the promise of an end A year or two at the most Then she would be returned to shore a shattered woive hi that you own a ship?" Chetwyn asked

"You are indeed, sir"