will demurred. "that isn't necessary-"
"i insist. you're soaked. and covered in mud. and your hair is ruined. and-"
carefully, he said, "i don't think your family would be thrilled to learn that a young man had escorted you home."
she flushed. that was true. it would be a scandal.
the very scandal that he had accompanied her to avoid. if her aunt knew she had spent time with a young man, it would mean a lifetime of disapproving looks, not to mention losing every remaining freedom she had. certainly, she couldn't introduce will to any of them.
"i don't usually wear skirts," said violet with a tug at the tunic which was skirted below the belt to mid-thigh.
"me neither." said will, echoing her gesture.