The Belle of Belgrave Square (Belles of London #2)(136)

Though why he should care anymore, he didn’t know.

“You could bring your horse,” he offered. “Spend the whole two weeks riding if you like.”

Her brows lowered in a scowl. “So long as I don’t wear black?”

He shrugged. “A small price to pay.”

Her skirts swished about her legs as she paced back to the fireplace. “December is a long way away. A great deal could happen between now and then.”

“It could,” he conceded. “Regardless, if I do as you ask—if I write this drivel to convince your mother to travel to Yorkshire—I’d expect you to hold up your side of the agreement, no matter what the intervening months might hold.”

Anne came to a halt in front of him. Her elegant features set with a sudden resolve. It was the look of a determined lady willing to endure the bitterest of medicines in order to vouchsafe a cure. “Very well,” she said at last. “You have yourself a bargain.”