Moira did not care where she went, as long as she was with Daniel. “That will be fine,” she answered in a daze.
"Excellent. I want to take a couple of barrels of your cousin's brandy back with me. I shall deliver you to Cove House now. Ring for someone to take down your trunks, Jon."
"I have already done it, but I do not want to go to Cove House with Moira. I should like to stay here,” he said. “I have never seen a Bow Street Officer. I daresay he will be carrying a gun. You shan't forget to take me for a ride in your curricle, Daniel? You promised. You will let me take the ribbons when we get home, won't you? Moira, you have not forgotten you promised I could have a curricle if we got our blunt back from March."
"For goodness’ sake, Jonathon,” Moira exclaimed. “Stop chattering. You make my head ache."
"But you will let me stay here with Daniel?"
Daniel said, “If you are in the next room and very quiet, I daresay we shall forget you are there when Moira leaves."
Jon gave a cheeky grin. “Oh, you mean you want me to leave so you two can snuggle some more."
"Just so,” Daniel replied blandly.
Jonathon left, and Daniel resumed his interrupted lovemaking.
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