wondered why she had chosen this particular bonnet to wear today. She was certain there was a better choice in her wardrobe somewhere.
‘I do believe that is Lyonsdale and Lord Hartwick,’ Sarah said softly, smiling at the men as they rode closer. ‘What a strange coincidence that they’re here today as well.’
Katrina watched her friend with suspicious eyes. ‘You couldn’t possibly have known...could you?’
‘How could I have known they would be here? It isn’t as if I am a friend of either His Grace or Lord Hartwick. You look quite fetching, by the way. Your face has a bit of a pink glow.’
Katrina glared at her friend.
‘I am simply stating my opinion,’ continued Sarah.
By the time the men reached them Katrina could hear her heart pounding in her ears. She watched Julian pull his mount to a stop under the tree. The footman approached as well.
Sarah motioned him away. ‘You may stand with the carriage. We will not be requiring your assistance.’
‘Ladies, what a pleasant surprise,’ Lord Hartwick said with a tip of his head. ‘I was not aware that you were acquainted with this place.’
‘This is our first foray here, my lord. It’s quite picturesque,’ Sarah replied in an overly pleasant voice.
Julian arched his brow at Katrina and she lifted her shoulder in a slight shrug. To her, he appeared to be a suspect in this ‘chance encounter’ as well.
‘This is one of my favourite places,’ Lord Hartwick said. ‘The view from here is rather stunning. Have you had an opportunity to study the landmarks, Miss Forrester?’
‘Why, no, I can’t say that I have.’
Lord Hartwick jumped down from his horse and held his hand out to Sarah. ‘Would you be interested in having me point them out to you?’
One might think there was a fire on the blanket, watching the speed with which Sarah stood. ‘That is most kind of you, Lord Hartwick.’
Katrina suppressed the urge to trip her as they brushed the cascading branches out of their way and walked to the look-out with his horse trailing behind.
Julian slid out of his saddle and tied the reins to a branch. Patches of sunlight danced along his brown coat through the leaves.
He gestured towards the blanket with his hand. ‘May I?’
She nodded as she took off her least favourite bonnet.
After he had accepted a glass of Madeira, he stretched out his legs. ‘I only decided on this adventure last night. How did you arrange this?’
Katrina wondered why she had never noticed that his legs were so long and powerful. She raised her gaze to meet his. ‘I didn’t arrange this. I assumed you did.’
They both turned to find their friends occupied with viewing the scenery through the trees. ‘You do realise you are on his land?’
It would take a great deal of control not to trip Sarah at some point today. ‘I was not aware. Sarah never said...’
‘They believe they are quite clever.’
‘I believe they are two people who should never be left alone together. In some ways they are far too much alike. Does he know?’
He appeared affronted by her question. ‘About our arrangement? No, I vowed not to tell anyone. Does she know?’
Katrina shook her head. ‘It was difficult not to tell her, but I too have kept our secret.’
He looked back at their friends. ‘I wonder what they would say if we told them we might have been alone in your home if it weren’t for their assistance.’
‘I believe my picnic would come to a rather abrupt end.’
‘And I believe my friend would suddenly remember an important meeting back in Town.’
The sight of Julian’s soft lips curving into a smile left her mouth dry. While she had been attracted to him before, knowing what his kisses did to her was a complete distraction now. Did those kisses have any effect on him as well? Would he want to kiss her again?
She took a sip of Madeira. ‘While we are waiting for them to stop pretending they are interested in the view, I was wondering if you might offer some assistance in a matter that has been troubling me.’
A look of concern crossed his face. ‘Of course.’
‘Recently I received a substantial bouquet of thistle and ragwort. Unfortunately the sender was remiss in signing the card. I don’t suppose you would have any idea who in London might send such a thing?’
His brow creased, but he had a hint of a smile. ‘Someone sent you weeds? How unusual. Does that happen often?’
‘Never. I found the colour combination quite striking, and I wish to show my appreciation to the sender for their thoughtfulness. But, alas, I don’t know who to thank.’ She smiled innocently.
His gaze dropped to her lips. ‘And how would you show that appreciation?’
‘I don’t believe it would be proper to divulge that to anyone but the sender. A pity, that...’
‘Yes, a pity.’ He shifted slightly. ‘You can give me an idea, though?’
‘No. I don’t believe I can.’ Katrina averted her eyes as she tried not to smile.
He leaned towards her. ‘Not even a hint?’
She shook her head and took another sip of Madeira.
Julian swallowed hard.
She bit back a smile. Perhaps he did want to kiss her again. There had to be something they could talk about that did not conjure up thoughts of his lips on her skin. Her breasts began to tingle and she almost spilled her wine.
‘Do you ride here often?’ she asked, all in one breath.
It took him a moment to answer, as if his thoughts had been far from where they were. ‘I haven’t in an age. Although Hart and I have enjoyed racing up this mound for many years.’
‘I assume from the familiar way you refer to him that you are great friends?’
He nodded. ‘We are. I have known him all my life. Our family estates border one another, and we attended Cambridge together. And you and Miss Forrester—are you great friends?’
‘I feel we are becoming so. I was introduced to her years ago in Washington, and now we share a similar circumstance in a foreign land. She has a good heart, and we have similar tastes in amusement.’
‘Is Washington your home?’
‘While I’ve spent considerable time there, my home is in New York. We have a residence not far from New York Harbour, where my father owns a shipyard, but we also own a home further north
