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Tobias wriggled on the seat of the coach, trying vainly to find a soft spot in the worn upholstery so he could doze for at least part of the uncomfortable journey. Across from him, his lovely Lucy caught his eye. She smiled briefly at him while listening to the voluble farmer’s spouse seated next to her, giving seemingly endless hints and tips about preserving summer season fruit and vegetables.

He mused on how wonderful a vicar’s wife she had become in less than two years of marriage, as she nodded her head obligingly to the fellow passenger’s somewhat convoluted discourse. Admiring her graceful profile, he thought, as always, what a very lucky man he was.

He almost had to pinch himself that they were going away together from the vicarage for an entire week. With every passing, bouncing mile, Tobias felt himself relax and become more carefree.

This idea for the trip had come out of the blue. It was proposed by his and Lucy’s family friend, Meg. Their closeness as a trio had been cemented during the spring, when at Lucy’s suggestion, and both ladies’ agreement, Meg had taken care of Tobias’ bodily needs for some weeks, while Lucy was too tired to do anything else but sleep in the marital bed.

Following these episodes, once Lucy had regained her strength enough to welcome her husband’s advances, Meg had been a regular visitor over the summer. She called into the vicarage most weeks, merely to gossip with them and play with their baby son and her godson, Jamie, when not obliged by any commitment with the gentleman who was currently paying for her favours.

Meg had mentioned in passing that her bubbly bosom companion, Betty, had been hired as an opera dancer (her previous profession) at the Theatre Royal in Bath for the early autumn season. On Betty’s part, Meg related that this change of scene was simply a favour to help out the company, as one of their number had unexpectedly eloped or was stricken with consumption or something.

Over the latter part of the summer, Jamie, now ten months old, suddenly found his feet. He had subsequently discovered the joy of running at top speed into immovable objects as soon as his parents’ backs were turned. He was even testing the mettle of his nursery maid, Matilda, who came daily to the vicarage to commandeer her charge.

At fourteen years of age, she was one of the oldest of a vast family and had a wealth of experience in racing after fast-disappearing toddlers. All the same, Jamie kept all his doting attendants on their toes.

It was a relaxed time of year in the parish. The harvest was nearly in, Michaelmas was a few weeks away and it was far too early to think ahead to the major Christian festivals of Advent or Christmas. Also, as not many parishioners required visiting during this period, apart from long and usually unnecessary meetings with the churchwarden, Tobias was free to spend more time at home.

In between writing sermons and catching up with clerical correspondence, he did his best to help entertain Jamie while Lucy ran the household. However, he did detect that she was looking weary. This had obviously not escaped Meg’s notice either.

One afternoon, the three of them were in the vicarage parlour, with Jamie the centre of attention, rolling around the floor between them, laughing. The adults were ranged around, alert for an escape bid, when Meg exclaimed suddenly, “Why don’t you go away for a few days?”

Lucy blinked and said, “What?”

While Tobias added, “Where would we go?”

Tickling a chuckling Jamie, Meg replied, “Why not Bath? I heard from Betty that there are some spare rooms going in a theatrical lodging house. The actors who were staying there have been hired for a play in Bristol and are about to move on. So the place is all paid up and will be empty.”

Tobias and Lucy looked at each other.

“Well, my old curate always says to me he could help out with the odd service, if needs be...” Tobias began.

“... And my mother has been trying to get us to leave Jamie with her all summer,” Lucy continued.

“So why not go while you have the chance?” Meg chimed in. “You’ve got free lodgings right in the centre of Bath. All you need is to pay for your fares and food and any entertainment. Go and have some fun,” she said, adeptly catching a chuckling Jamie as he tried to wriggle past her and disappear into the great unknown.

So, when planted, the seed of an intention had grown rapidly. Once consulted, Lucy’s mother agreed immediately to the design. Lucy reported to Tobias that Mrs Holbourne was delighted to have her grandson to herself without his parents interfering in a thoroughly ruinous spoiling. Matilda, who was accompanying her young charge so that he did not wear his grandparents into an early grave, was thrilled to be going ‘on her holidays’ as she put it.

Meg was as good as her word and wrote to Betty to secure the rooms for the young couple.  After a brief consultation, Tobias’ competent former curate assured him he was happy to oversee St. Margaret’s for the brief period.

Those practicalities out of the way, Lucy got on with the most pressing of her concerns, the refurbishment of her wardrobe.  Once Jamie was tucked up in bed of an evening, Lucy brought down her better gowns to the parlour to judge which trimmings were deemed too dowdy for such a fashionable resort as Bath and needed to be replaced by those more a la mode.

“After all,” she remarked to Tobias, while she ruthlessly ripped off a length of ribbon from a gown, “I may be a country vicar’s wife, but that doesn’t mean I have to look like one.”

A few days before their prospective departure, Tobias learned from Meg that they were not only to have Betty’s company in Bath. The flamboyant Miss Fifi Fontayne, famed even more for her poor choice in suitors than her acting career, had been asked back to the Theatre Royal for a starring role as a secondary female lead.

Unbeknown to their disapproving mother, Tobias’s scapegrace military brother Tom had followed his sometime mistress like a moth to a flame and was also temporarily residing in the spa town. Tom seemed to be on leave so often, Tobias wondered if Tom’s commanding officer was trying to get rid of him.

However, even this interesting news did not dissuade Tobias from anticipating their time away. Having heard from both Meg and her husband of Fifi’s outrageous antics and inherent theatricality, Lucy had long-desired to experience the full force of her personality first-hand. Also, as long as he wasn’t duped into paying his reckoning at a tavern, Tobias was happy enough to see his brother, particularly when diluted by other society.

“After all,” he said cheerfully to Lucy, “It’s not as though we have to share lodgings with him. And if any tidings about Fifi and Tom reach Mama, that’s nothing to do with us and entirely on his own head.”

Towards the end of the journey, Tobias must have managed to drop off for a few minutes without realising, as all of a sudden, the coach jolted to a halt and the call came from the coachman that they had reached their destination.  After gathering their luggage and finding a porter at the coaching inn to lead the way, they made the short walk from Westgate Street, past the Abbey and Old Orchard Street theatre to their lodgings in South Parade.

The landlady was expecting them and was pleasantly welcoming, and proudly showed them the comfortable two rooms, second floor back. She assured them that the situation was not only nice and quiet, opposed to being front-facing with all the noise of the street below, but also had a pleasant view of open fields behind the terrace in daylight. On being informed that her new lodgers were from the depths of the countryside, she said brightly, “It’ll be like a home from home.”

After the porter had staggered up the stairs with their belongings and been paid off, Lucy and Tobias settled themselves in and gratefully ate the hot supper kindly provided by their hostess. Exhausted not only by the journey but their preparations for the trip, they retired to bed at an unfashionably early hour.

Tobias woke at dawn as was his habit. He blinked his eyes open, realised he didn’t have to get up and promptly shut them again. Both he and Lucy were only roused from a deep slumber when the maidservant eventually brought up the hot water and opened the curtains to reveal the pastoral vista of pleasant meadows that the landlady had promised.

A note from Betty was delivered while they were breakfasting and discussing what to do with their day, asking them to call round to the theatre at their earliest convenience. That decided them on their next course of action without any further need for deliberation. Retracing their steps from the previous evening, they made the short walk to Old Orchard Street, marvelling at the gleaming golden stone of the fine buildings they passed.

When enquiring for Betty at the stage door, she quickly appeared. Tobias was not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that she was not attired in her opera dancing costume. Having been introduced to Lucy, she greeted them both warmly and presented them with tickets for the coming evening’s performance and invited them to dine with the company afterwards.

Betty then gave Lucy the necessary directions for any shops and having been called back into the recesses of the theatre, she left the young couple to go and explore their surroundings.

From there, they made their way to the central piazza, admiring the glorious medieval Abbey towering above it. Despite being on a clerical reprieve, Tobias made sure to check the service times for Sunday. Then, duty done, they poked their heads into the grand Pump Rooms, where everyone paraded in the mornings to see and be seen.

Before they could get engulfed in conversation or be forced to taste the health-giving but disgusting spring water, they continued their walk in the direction of the newly built and very pretty Pulteney Bridge. After remarking on this scenic view, enjoying watching the river flowing below the structure for a few minutes, they retraced their steps then looped their way past the Guildhall and around to the top of Milsom Street.  

They were halfway down this mercantile bonanza when Lucy stopped dead in front of the window of a hat shop. “Look!” She exclaimed to Tobias, and they both admired a splendid example of the milliner’s craft, overloaded with artificial autumnal fruits and leaves.

“Very nice,” Tobias said. “But would you have an occasion to wear it around Stratton?” He asked doubtfully.

Lucy laughed and nudged him with her elbow. “It’s not for me, silly! But it would be a perfect thank you gift for Meg for arranging this trip, if we could afford it? Perhaps we’ll see how much money we have left in a few days or if there is something else in this shop that might suit our funds and her.”

Tobias agreed to that warmly, since having returned to Lucy’s bed in the past few months, other ways of thanking Meg were currently off the agenda.

By the time they had window-shopped their way down the hill, Lucy was slightly footsore and had made a mental note of which establishments to re-visit when she was wearing sturdier footgear. Tobias commented that it was near to dinner time, it was his empty stomach that bothered him more than his feet.

They were glad to come across the open and welcoming doors of the White Hart Hotel and be seated amongst the bustle of the dining room with the enticing aromas coming from the kitchens, before being served a hearty and inexpensive repast.

Revitalised, smiling at his wife, Tobias asked, “What would you like to do this afternoon, my dear?”

Lucy replied, “As we’ll be out again this evening, I have to confess I could do with a rest.” She smiled back at her husband. “I must sound very lazy, as at home I’d be only partway through a busy day, but right now, I’d like nothing so much as to go back to our rooms and put my feet up.”

Tobias was feeling equally drowsy after all that fresh air, new vistas and a very substantial dinner and happily agreed to the plan. As the plates were cleared away and they chatted and dawdled over their glasses of wine, Tobias wasn’t sure which one of them thought of the amorous possibility first.

Perhaps considering the empty and comfortable bed-chamber without any interruptions from small children, inept housekeepers or stray churchwardens made the notion of intimacy dawn on them at the same time. No further words were needed, just a shared, secret glance.

They walked back past the Pump Rooms in a leisurely way, arm in arm. As they reached the quieter back streets, Tobias could not resist an anticipatory kiss, which was returned with passion. The daring of embracing on a public road, which would be remarked on and gossiped about at home, even though they were a well-married couple added to the frisson of naughtiness.

On being let into the house by a polite but indifferent maidservant, Tobias almost raced a giggling Lucy up the two flights of stairs in his eagerness. However, once in their quiet rooms, the mood changed and when in each other’s arms again, their kisses became languorous, deep and full of promise.

Lucy found herself backed on to the bed, and as her legs gave way, her husband ardently lifted her skirts, admiring her smooth limbs and the soft skin of her thighs above the neatly tied stockings. Gently parting her knees, he enjoyed the sight of her revealed feminine bounty. He whispered words of devotion to his lady-love before kneeling to worship her with his mouth.

In response, Lucy stretched out her legs obligingly and moaned and whimpered in such an encouraging way that Tobias felt compelled to release himself from his breeches. Loving her until she arched her hips and whimpered, Tobias then raised himself to join his lovely bride upon the bed, sharing her essence with his kisses on her open, breathless mouth.

From there, they manoeuvred themselves onto the bed so that Lucy was above Tobias. Lowering herself slowly upon his awaiting lips, she stretched down his body to bestow her share of pleasuring and was awarded by a sharp gasp. Tobias’ entire focus was on the contours of Lucy’s femininity while she drove him wild with her mouth. In their ardour, they were so attuned to one other that it was not a surprise that Lucy’s thighs clamped around his head at the precise moment that Tobias reached blissful oblivion.

Afterwards, they righted themselves to hold each other close and dozed in the peaceful room until it was almost time to dress for the theatre. They tidied up their disarranged clothing and the rumpled bed linen and removed to their sitting-room, so as not to give the maidservant a slightly scandalous shock.

It was a nice change to go out for the evening, Tobias thought. There was the usual give and take of country hospitality at home, of course, which had been slightly curtailed by Jamie’s arrival. But to get all dressed up to go out on the town was rather different and felt pleasantly frivolous.

By the time they reached the theatre, the crowd was already gathering at the front entrance and Lucy and Tobias, trying not to look too impressed by their grand surroundings, were shown to some very nicely placed seats on the first-floor gallery near the stage. As the populace gradually crammed their way into the building there was a sense of growing excitement. This was not only the anticipation of the show to come but in observing all these chattering strangers, very fashionably attired and clearly acquainted with one another. 

Once the informal spectacle had settled down and the theatrical part of the evening began, Tobias found he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Expecting a Shakespearian plot, at first, he was slightly bewildered by the play. This mainly consisted of amorous and moral misunderstandings and people hiding behind strategically placed screens in the nick of time before the entrance of a jealous husband or strict guardian. Once he relaxed and tried not to make too much sense of what was going on, he simply enjoyed the witty one-liners and the showcased performances.

Fifi, as expected, was outstanding, not only for her stage presence and clearly projected voice but for a wholly unexpected sense of comic timing. Tobias was surprised by this hitherto un-guessed-at skill, as she had stayed almost a full week at the vicarage without displaying an inkling of a sense of humour.

The interval heralded other acts, including the opera dancers in their skimpy outfits, with Betty giving them a discreet wave from the stage before the capering started. The sight of such much luscious female flesh was very diverting. So much so that Tobias glanced rather guiltily at Lucy, who seemed oblivious to his distraction.

Indeed, he noticed that some gentleman, although in the company of ladies, were taking much more obvious interest than himself, standing up and armed with quizzing glasses to get a closer view of bouncing bosoms or quivering thighs. He had a sudden thought of his sanctimonious churchwarden and his outraged reaction to such a display and had to stifle a snort of laughter.

Once the final act of the dramatic piece was over to the applause and acclaim from the audience, Lucy and Tobias chatted contentedly while watching the crowd gradually disperse, which they agreed was almost as much fun as the play. Eventually, now attired in her street clothes, Betty came to join them and suggested they walk together to the post-performance party.

She jerked her head towards the closed theatre curtain saying, “If we hang around here and wait for that lot, we’ll be here until the crack of doom.”

She led the way out of the almost empty building and a couple of streets away to a tavern. Betty waved to the innkeeper as she walked through the main room to a private parlour that was regularly reserved for the players. As they were seated with some refreshment and praised the production and Betty’s dancing, the rest of the cast gradually drifted in.

This included Tom, who inevitably came to join their table. Having seen the performance several times already, he had spent the preceding hours in another drinking establishment. Tobias politely poured the last of the bottle of wine into his brother’s glass and turned a deaf ear to any blandishments that he should purchase another for Tom’s consumption.

Fifi, a late arrival, made a grand entrance, gathering flattery from her acolytes as she progressed through the room. She reached Tom to receive a lingering kiss on her hand and nodded her head relatively amicably towards Tobias.

Knowing how eager Lucy was to make her acquaintance, Tobias spoke up quickly. “Mistress Fontayne, may I introduce my wife, Mrs Whitmore?”

Fifi regally acknowledged Tobias’ entree and was suitably condescending towards Lucy.

“Ah, the provincial vicar’s wife!” She exclaimed loftily. “Or should I say a little country mouse? Or rather, ‘une petite souris de la campagne.’” She gave a gentile titter at her own witticism. “That’s French, you know,” she added kindly.

Tobias had to stifle a grin, as he could guess what was coming next. After all, there was no way Fifi could know that the Holbournes’ family governess was a native of Marseille.

Lucy smiled beatifically and began, “Enchantee, madame,” and then rattled off several sentences of rapid French in praise of Fifi’s acting. Fifi, evidently not comprehending a word, was uncharacteristically dumbstruck.

Her eyes bulged alarmingly before she recovered herself enough to murmur, “Very pleased, I’m sure,” as she swept off to conquer an easier target.

Tobias winked at Lucy and ordered another bottle of wine.

It was a jolly and informal evening, with the room getting crowded and noisy as more folk gathered and supper arrived. At one point, Tobias noticed Betty making an effort to converse with Lucy, which pleased him. He mentioned as much when she chatted with him in turn and she said, “She’s delightful. And anyway, Meg thinks the world of her and that’s good enough for me.”

When the supper plates had been cleared, Tobias was half-listening to Tom drunkenly and half-heartedly flirting with a very patient Lucy, since Fifi’s attentions were momentarily elsewhere. In a pause of the buzz of conversation around the table, Tobias heard his brother’s slightly slurred but carrying voice saying, “I mean, what could possibly you see in my little brother?”

Tobias stifled a sigh, although he had to admit, he sometimes wondered that himself. However, he was taken aback when Lucy turned to Tom, eyes wide and with her most innocent smile as she said confidentially, “Well, to start with, he’s the most wonderful lover.”

Tobias was trying not to choke on his mouthful of wine so he missed Tom’s immediate reaction. By the time he had recovered, Tom had swiftly turned to his other neighbour and had started talking about horses.

“Lucy!” Tobias hissed, not knowing whether to be amused or shocked by his usually placid wife.

Lucy turned to him with a martial glint in her eye. “Tom’s always trying to put you down, so he only got his just desserts! And anyway,” she said, her head close to his and her hand on his knee, “it’s true.” And they shared a warm and loving smile before being engaged in conversation by other members of the company.

Theatricals obviously kept late hours and the party was still in full swing at close to midnight. So having made their farewells, Lucy and Tobias made their slightly unsteady way home.

Having breakfasted the next day, they went straight to the Pump Room as all their new acquaintances said that it was the place to be in the morning. Not only was it the best way to be introduced into Bath Society, but offence would be caused by non-attendance. Tobias was quite surprised by the open welcome they received for merely being new faces (and a very charming one in Lucy’s case), and fresh company amongst the passing throng of visitors.

Despite not being able to remember all the names of the people he was introduced to, it was an informative trip. He was told how to purchase vouchers for the dance at the Assembly Rooms that evening and they were invited to make up the numbers for several informal parties during their stay.

Within a few days, they were quite settled in the social whirl, although Tobias guessed Lucy was valiantly trying to hide she was pining for Jamie, despite outwardly enjoying herself. They had fallen into the routine of visiting the Pump Room in the morning to gossip over the events of the night before, followed by a walk or shopping, then taking tea with someone or other.

In the evening, there were events at the Assembly Rooms or card parties and recitals in peoples’ hired houses. If feeling more informal, there was an open invitation to go to the pub with Betty and the actors. In this way, they filled their time agreeably.

They even made the time to go to the Abbey Church on Sunday, which was clearly another place for fashionable display. After the service, Tobias found to his amusement, that he was greeted by the presiding minister in a similarly condescending way to Fifi’s acknowledgement of Lucy. Only the mention of his relative the Canon made his standing rise above the negligible.

Before they knew it, they were in the last few days of their visit and trying to fit in all the things they had promised themselves to do. One morning, after the Pump Room ritual, they walked up the hill to admire the finished splendour of the Royal Crescent, sitting grandly above the town.

Having marvelled over this feat of architecture, they strolled back through the open ground of Barton Fields, as a change from traversing the streets. Several other couples were enjoying this pleasant exercise in the autumn sunshine, so Tobias reckoned they had inadvertently joined in with another of Bath’s prescribed social activities.

He was enjoying the fresh air on his face and half-listening to Lucy’s recital of a shopping expedition with Betty. After relating various successes, she finished with, “She knew exactly which place to go to for the yarn Mama asked me to get, so I have my list nearly complete, thanks to her.”

Tobias, busy looking at the views around him, did not notice her hesitation and change of tone as she continued in a slight rush. “We have also been talking about other things too, more personal matters, and as a result, I thought it might be quite fun if we could go to bed with another woman, in fact, Betty herself.”

Tobias blinked, not quite believing his ears.

“I mean,” his wife continued, “both Betty and Meg say it’s the most diverting experience.”

Tobias' voice went up several octaves. “Lucy!” He squeaked, looking over his shoulder in an exaggerated fashion that would not be out of place on the stage of the Theatre Royal.

At his apparent outrage at her tentative suggestion, Lucy’s bright face fell. “Oh,” she said in a very small voice. “I thought you might like the idea.”

Tobias quickly pulled himself together and tried to save the situation, not only to restore his wife’s dashed confidence but also to rescue a very promising amorous opportunity.

“I do like the idea,” he said immediately. “I was just surprised, that’s all. And worried we might be overheard.” He manfully restrained himself from furtively glancing about again.

“Ah,” Lucy said, looking around at the other walkers in a measured way. “They’re all too interested in their own affairs to bother with ours. And anyway,” she added viewing a couple more closely. “I’m the only woman walking with a husband, or should I say, her own husband.”

The misunderstanding having been resolved, they linked arms as they continued to stroll. Tobias asked curiously, “Why bring this up now?” He was thinking rather ruefully that if this had been broached in the privacy of their bedroom it might have led to hours of interesting speculation.

Lucy sighed, “No reason in particular. Just the sudden opportunity, I suppose. It hasn’t occurred to me before and, having talked it over with Betty, who was most persuasive, I thought it might be pleasurable for us both,” she said, squeezing his arm.

She continued thoughtfully, “At home, proprieties always have to be observed. There, I’m the Holbournes’ eldest daughter, the vicar’s wife, Jamie’s mother. Not that I don’t love being those things,” she added quickly. “But here, I’m merely another girl passing through and no one cares who I am or what I do.”

Tobias glanced at his wife with some sympathy. There were no secrets between them about his libidinous activities before their marriage and he was sure Meg had confided in Lucy far past the point of diplomacy. His discreet adventures, if discovered at the time, would not necessarily be condemned outright, apart from by his mama.

There might have been a sneaking sympathy, particularly from other gentlemen, that a young man must sow his wild oats. However, a carefully brought up young lady like Lucy would have no such moral leeway. He could understand her wanting to grasp a little lascivious freedom when she had the chance, especially as it was guaranteed to be a delight for him too.

He stopped and put his arm around her waist. “Whatever you wish, my love. If you think it would be an experience you would care for, then we shall enjoy it together. If not, well, it is entirely your choice.” He kissed her soft cheek below her bonnet, and then briefly pecked her on the lips. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, smiled, and continued their pastoral perambulation in perfect accord.

Time sped by as the day of their departure grew closer. Tobias had spent an hour or two in a tavern with Tom, who was leaving that day, while Lucy was starting on her packing. Feeling pleasantly hazy, and not over-light of pocket, he made his way up the stairs to their rooms to have a lie down before the evening’s social round.

But when entering the bedroom, he was taken aback by the tableau before him. Betty and Lucy were sitting together on the bed, stays loosened, waiting for his arrival. With a lascivious grin, Betty pulled aside both hers and Lucy’s lacings so their bare breasts rubbed together. Tobias’ eyes nearly crossed at such a vision and even Lucy bursting into uncontrollable laughter at his reaction could not spoil the thrill of the moment.

Both amused, Betty whispered something in Lucy’s ear and they shared a teasing kiss to inflame Tobias further. He approached the bed, unsure of which pair of bounties to embrace first, until Betty took the lead, placing one of his hands on Lucy’s pert beauties and the other on her overflowing delights.

Lucy turned to look down at him as he knelt on the floor before them. “Do you like your surprise?” She asked a little timidly.

“Beyond anything,” he replied, showing his appreciation by kissing her pink-tipped breast.

Having saluted both ladies with his hands and mouth as they embraced and caressed, they all lay back on the bed. The two ladies faced each other as Tobias watched enraptured over Lucy’s shoulder. They kissed with increasing passion, bared to the waist, their skirts lifting above their knees and even beyond their hips as their limbs entwined.

Entranced, Tobias rubbed his arousal against Lucy’s rounded bottom. She responded ardently, grinding urgently against Betty. Both the physical arousal of skin and against delicious skin and watching two exquisite women rock against each other with an increasing rhythm was beyond sensory bliss.

He reached over to grasp Betty’s full breast, squeezing and gently tugging in time with her rotating hips. The intense friction from her friend at her front and her excited husband behind was too much for Lucy. With a gasp, her lithe form stiffened and she cried out against Betty’s neck, who quickly followed her into heaven with a deep groan. Tobias could not help but join in with the tumultuous pleasure, anointing his wife’s buttocks with his bliss.

They lay in a panting, sated heap for a while until Betty stirred. “I’d better get going to the theatre,” she said, rearranging her ample bosom inside her dress. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” she added with a grin, kissing them both affectionately.

With Betty’s departure, Lucy turned gladly in Tobias’ arms so they could whisper sweet nothings of devotion to each other until it was time to get ready for the evening.

Making their farewells to all their new friends seemed to take most of their final day in Bath and even their landlady seemed sad to see them go. Once all their baggage had been loaded on the coach, including all the bits and pieces Lucy had promised to acquire for what seemed like half of Stratton, Tobias settled back in his bumpy seat for the duration.

When they were on their way, Lucy seemed to have attracted the notice of yet another chatty female. As she nodded and agreed politely, her eye caught Tobias’ and she blushed at the warmth of his gaze on her. Once they were home, no doubt they would soon be overwhelmed by the demands of parenthood, household dramas and parish business, but Tobias knew that the memories of their shared erotic exploration in Bath would warm their nights for many moons to come.