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Diana slunk down in her corner of the seat.
    She learned something new as they rattled down the lane.
    Awkwardness wasn’t characterized by silence. Oh, no—awkwardness had a symphony all its own. The thump of an erratic heartbeat, contrasting with the steady squelch of hooves on packed mud. The roar of a thousand unspoken words piled up in one’s throat, all clamoring to get loose. The sound of fence posts whooshing past—each one brought them closer to the village, and each one felt like a stinging lash of rebuke. Another opportunity missed.
    Frantic emotion built in her chest. She couldn’t stay quiet any longer.
    “Mr. Dawes. Please let me apologize. For my mother just now. And for my behavior last night. And yesterday afternoon. I don’t know what—”
    He held up a hand, gently shushing her.
    “Truly. You must think me the most presumptuous—”
    “Nothing of the sort,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road. “I’m just trying to listen for the axle. I think I heard it creak.”
    “Oh. I’m sorry.” She bit her lip, hard. Stop talking, ninny.
    “Have these for a moment.” He passed her the reins, then bent and twisted away from her, looking over the curricle’s side to observe the axle in motion.
    Diana stared down at the leather braids in her hands. Then she looked at the trotting horses and the muddy road flying by beneath them.
    “Mr. Dawes,” she whispered, hoarse with fear. “Mr. Dawes, I’ve never—”
    He held up that hand again, requesting silence. “Just a moment.”
    This couldn’t wait a moment.
    “Mr. Dawes .”
    He straightened and turned to her. “What’s the matter?”
    “Kindly take the reins,” she begged. “I don’t know how to drive.”
    “You seem to be driving right now.”
    “But what if we have to turn? Or slow down? Or stop?” She tightened her grip. “Oh dear. Now they’re going faster.”
    He eased closer to her on the seat. His arm pressed against hers. “You’re doing fine. It’s not a busy road, and the horses know their way.” He put his hands over her wrists, shaking lightly. “Just lift the reins a bit and loosen your grip. These are good horses. They’re trained to a soft touch.”
    He helped her position the reins, sliding them between her fingers.
    “Like this?” she asked, sitting straight.
    “That’s just it. You’re doing well.”
    His low, gentle voice entranced her and gave her confidence.
    He showed her the commands for right and left; how to urge the horses faster and draw them to a halt. The lesson made for welcome distraction. At least they had something to discuss other than the mortifying events of yesterday.
    “Every woman should learn to drive,” he said. “I taught my own sisters when they were old enough. I never understood why the Spindle Cove ladies spend all those mornings shooting pistols and muskets, yet never have driving or riding lessons.”
    “I suppose the shooting lessons make us feel strong. In control of ourselves and our lives.” At least, that’s what the ladies’ weekly target practice did for Diana.
    He shrugged. “I’m not saying it’s bad. But there’s feeling powerful, and then there’s actually taking the reins. They are a great many situations a woman might do well to drive away from. Very few where it’s advisable to shoot her way out.”
    He was right, Diana thought. Loading and shooting a pistol might give a lady a rush of exhilaration, but this was true power. The freedom to choose her own direction, and harnessing the power to take her there.
    “There, now you know how to drive.” He moved back to his side of the seat. “Where do you want to go?”
    Diana pulled on the reins, drawing the horses to a lurching halt in the middle of the empty lane. “I want to stop right here and apologize to you. I know you don’t wish to speak of yesterday, but I cannot be easy until I say this. You were very kind to me, and I can’t . . . I heard the way my mother spoke to you just now, and