He was quiet, which only confirmed her suspicions that something was off. But she was distracted, as well. His large thigh pressed against her leg, their shoulders locked tight. Everywhere they touched now prickled, like ants were crawling over her skin. Why was there no air in this dashed carriage? She dug for her fan and tried to cool herself. “Tell me why you were so uncomfortable up there.” “What do you mean?” “At first I thought you were worried about my safety or reputation. But the longer we stayed I realized it was something else.” “You’re imagining things.” “Hardly. I know you well
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