Of course he was ruining it for her. He wanted her. She wasn't giving it to him.

He was about to respond when he felt her shoe slam into his leg. He doubled over, seething through his teeth. That glare he returned was one that said 'watch your back'.

Stella practically fell into his lap. "Are you okay?" she asked, throwing herself all over him in concern. She could still see the tears in his eyes. She couldn't wait now for the carriage to come to a stop so they could stretch their legs. Already this was one of the worst rides she'd had in a long time.