Page 62 of A Duchess to Fight For
Amelia nodded. “All similar. One grey building after another. Storefronts on the bottom with living quarters above. Cobblestones. No pavements. Too narrow for a carriage. I doubt they see many barouches driving by. Similar to the street we shop to get our ribbons, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes. That street looked similar,” Louisa said.
Percy narrowed his eyes. “Far be it for me to question your lovely afternoon in the barouche, but I’m not sure that would have been my route.
“Did he say anything like, ‘I’m fond of streets like this’ or ‘I need to pick up something in a shop on this street?’ I don’t get it.
“Were you going too fast? Did he look over his shoulder often? Maybe he was concerned for your safety.”
Amelia sat straighter in her chair. “That may be it. He did seem to take turns onto different streets for no reason, but he may have had a reason. His turns seemed to be taken at the last minute. Could we have been followed? But why?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t like it. Thank God he got you back in one piece,” Percy said.
