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night?”
    “I know not, but it will not be long before I do,” Stephen spoke, his tone grim. He was not best pleased at having to risk his staff and horses in such weather, all for an unknown and unbidden visitor. “If we ever reach them. This drive is dangerous. Take care.”
    The coach was dark against the brilliance of the snow-covered landscape. Even through the storm he could see it, and hear the terrified cries of the horses, mingling with the shrill screams of females. Stephen cursed. Silly women, no doubt lost; they had no right being abroad on such a day. He ignored the fact that the storm had surprised them all. His horse slipped, and he had no time to think of anything else except to concentrate on guiding his mount.
    By the time he reached the vehicle, two of his grooms had begun to soothe the horses and tend to the coachman, now sitting in the snow, his head in his hands. He looked up as Stephen approached him.
    “My lady will not be best pleased with me, but my lord I could not stop the slide,” he said earnestly. “Indeed, if we had known the weather would be so bad we would have not stopped in Boroughbridge but pressed on, and arrived several hours ago before the storm struck.”
    “Yes, I would imagine so.” Stephen paused. “This is your destination?” he asked, suspicion uppermost in his mind. Lady?” He walked to the carriage door now uppermost, its window to the sky, and glanced back at the red-faced coachman. He was certain he knew that face. He searched his mind but could not fathom where from. It was, however, well-known, and not because of his sister.
    “Why Lady Judith, of course. Your guest.” The coachman sounded perturbed. “We were expected today, were we not?”
    Why am I not surprised? Harry needs to put Amanda over his knee and spank her until her arse is red and her… He groaned; that was too much supposed information. Ruthlessly he turned his mind away from the thought of Judith in such a position with him, to the matter in hand.
    Stephen glanced at his head groom, who, with a nod of understanding, handed him a lantern. Its warm glow cast long shadows across the snow.
    “Of course,” Stephen said to the coachman, urbane and all gentleman. The coachman still looked worried. He should have guessed something like this was afoot the minute he got his sister’s missive. “But when his weather set in, I thought maybe you would wait it out somewhere. No matter. Robinson, Pickering,” he addressed the two other grooms. “Stand ready to receive the maidservants, I see my coach approaching, do take them back at once. Someone inform Chef and Mrs. Clegg our guests have almost succeeded in reaching their destination. Ask Mrs. Clegg to ensure Lady Judith’s room is ready to receive her, and have hot baths awaiting her and her maids. They will need them. Let Dr. Soresby check they have taken no harm. I will help the lady.” It was only once his grooms bowed and moved to one side he realized how his words could be misconstrued. Ah well, ‘tis too late to rephrase my words.
    With one wrench, he threw the door back and hauled himself down into the coach. The sight he saw would, on any other occasion, be the cause of great merriment. Now it made his cock ache and the hairs on his arms stand on end.
    The maidservants seemed nigh on useless, and both sat on what had been the side and was now the floor of the coach huddled together. It was but a moment’s work to hand them out, and turn to the third person in the coach.
    Or what he could see of her.
    Why on earth had her maidservants not helped her?
    Stephen gave in to temptation. He stretched out and caressed the perfect globes of the milk-white arse presented to him. His fingers ached to sample the delights he could imagine between the delicate curls that covered her quim. He nobly resisted the urge to venture further, but fondled her arse, and circled the perfect rosette of her anus. Even that small degree of intimacy made his cock