Maybe his mother had required his escort today. Perhaps an emergency had arisen. Mayhap the Duke of Kendall, in a fit of imperious pique, had forbidden Lord Rafe from ever seeing Sophie again, banishing him from the country— Sophie rolled her eyes at the last thought. How gothically melodramatic. They lived in 1815 not 1518, for heaven’s sake. Lord Rafe would have a good explanation when he called tomorrow. But he did not call the next day. Nor the next.
