“Where is a proper location for me to escort you?” There wasn’t one, of course. There was no scenario where he courted Sesily Talbot. No ices at Gunter’s, no posies from a Covent Garden flower seller, no visits to her sister Sophie’s bookshop. Courting meant a future. And a future with Sesily was impossible. Even if she was the only woman who had ever tempted him with one.
