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‘Would you like to go for a ride?’ The question caught Elisabeta off guard, just when she’d thought she had successfully navigated lunch. She coughed and the wine she’d swallowed nearly made a reappearance in a most unladylike fashion.
‘On a horse?’ Her reply came out with a slight rasp as she dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. What was Archer thinking to make such a bold reference? Perhaps the real question was what was she thinking to infer the nuance was there to begin with? Lunch had been a polite, careful affair with conversation drifting between talk of horses and of goings-on in town. Both parties were careful not to give away too much while still appearing to be friendly.
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