Page 77 of The Duke's Only Desire

“All right,” he murmured. “But we’ll travel the way I say we do, and you have to follow my orders.”

She tilted back her head to stare up at him, her lips parted, offended. “When have I ever not?”

He slid her a sideways glance of utter disbelief. She acquiesced with a sigh.

“And when this whole mess is over,” he told her, “we’ll never travel to London again. Agreed?”

Her mouth twisted grimly at that demand. “Why do I feel like I’ve won the battle but lost the war?”

“Because you have.”

Glaring at him, she slapped him in the chest with her fur muff.

He flipped the ribbons and sent the sleigh onward toward home. The day was growing colder, with the promise of more snow before sunset, and they had a lot of planning to do.

“We’ll have to travel secretly,” he told her, “and leave immediately. We’ll need to get a start on Malcolm and hide from him what we’re doing as long as possible.”

She frowned. “How? His spies will report to him that we’ve left for London before our coach reaches the end of the drive.”

“I have an idea.”

“Which is?”

He looked down at her. “Perhaps it’s time we put an end to our marriage, after all.”