He watched her with visible amusement. “Do you always wake so slowly?” “No.” She pulled herself into a sitting position. At some point during the ride she’d slumped completely onto her side. “Sometimes I’m slower.” He chuckled at that. “I shall take that under advisement. No important meetings for Lady Kenworthy before noon.” Lady Kenworthy. She wondered how long it would take to grow used to it. “I can usually be relied upon to be coherent by eleven,” Iris returned.
