*Rosalind*
“A horse? What do you need a horse for?” Merrick asks.
I watch as my coachman, Joseph, examines the beautiful white mare.
Mr. Slattery, who has just delivered it, stands off to the side out of earshot, thank goodness, as Merrick has no command of dulcet tones.
“For rides in the park,” I answer softly.
“You've got two legs. They seem to work well enough.” He says.
I sigh with exasperation and bend down until I am on eye level with him. “Honestly, Merrick, you do try my patience. I intend for this to be our last haul for a while, and I need to make it count. In order for that to happen, I’m required to project a certain image. If you must discuss this, we'll do it later.”
I straighten as Joseph turns away from the horse and winks at me. “She’s good.”
Smiling, I tread acro
