“Climb backwards out of the carriage and I’ll jump into your arms. My dress will cover your pants, then you can change in our room.” The mischievous glint reappeared in Roman’s eyes. “No. I think I’ll let them see.” “Roman Covington, I swear to the gods,” she whisper-yelled. He winked and opened the carriage door. It would sadden her to lose him now that she had him as her own, but it couldn’t be avoided because she was going to kill him.
