Apretenseoflove
“The words slipped out so easily Miss Jean Seton feared Mr.
Tilbury would know how often she’d practiced them. Never with him as the intended recipient, but for the moment that minor detail was unimportant.
Mr. Ben Tilbury paced the small space between the seating area and the fireplace, a crease dividing his thick black brows. In his buff breeches, gold waistcoat and brown tailcoat, he appeared ready to ride, not discuss an arrangement such as this. “I suppose we must inform your mother of our plans too.”
Rising from the faded settee, Jean smoothed the wrinkles from her worn muslin day gown. “Yes, she would question the propriety of our traveling together if we don’t.”
“Of course. We must ask her to accompany us. Forgive me, but I hadn’t thought the entire scheme through. It wasn’t until I received Gilbert’s letter that it occurred to me to ask you.”
She also forgave him the tactless mention of her not being his first choice. There was no pretense of a grand romance between them.
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