Penelope pressed her lips together. No, she thought. She would not think about it. Nothing had happened. Nothing was happening.
She had been stranded on the road in the rain, and Lord Ravenport had happened to come along.
That was all.
A perfectly innocent explanation if anyone ever asked. Not that anyone would.
She hoped.
Penelope shifted slightly, attempting to arrange her skirts in a manner that made her feel less exposed to the scrutiny of the carriage.
Anthony noticed. His gaze dropped briefly to the movement before returning to her face. "You look uncomfortable."
Her irritation returned the moment he spoke. She refused to return his gaze. "I am sitting in a carriage with you,"
His eyebrow lifted. "So you are,"
Penelope glanced at him. His mouth had curved faintly. She narrowed her eyes. "Do not look so pleased with yourself."
"I am not," he said with such certainty that made her doubt him.
"You are."
