“I have no idea. I’m afraid I have little to no knowledge of flowers,” he said apologetically shifting behind her to look as well. He was close enough his breath brushed her cheek as he added, “But they are lovely. They match your gown. Would you like some?”

Lisa glanced down to the lavender gown she’d changed into after her bath and smiled as she said with surprise, “They are the same color, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are,” he said simply, and then asked, “Shall I pick some for you as a remembrance of our win?”

She grinned at the suggestion and nodded. “Yes, please. That would be lovely. I shall put them in a vase in my room and think of you every time I look at them.”

“Then you must have them,” Charles said firmly, and set aside the reins to disembark. When Lisa stood up to follow, he waved her back. “You wait there. It’s a bit muddy and you’ll ruin your shoes. I won’t be a minute.”

Lisa sank back in the phaeton with a little sigh of pleasure. Really, this was very nice. It was a rare sunny day and she had enjoyed the race. She’d also enjoyed having men vying for her attention all afternoon, and watching Robert’s irritation with it all until his appointment with the runner had intervened. At least she suspected that’s who the man had been. She’d caught a glimpse of Handers leading a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair to the office and then Robert had disappeared in there with him. It wasn’t long after that the men had begun to argue good-naturedly about who had the fastest phaeton and horse, and . . . well, some little devil in her had made her suggest a race to settle the matter. Everyone had been eager to agree and off they’d gone.

Of course, Lisa knew Robert would be furious, but then that was half the fun. She’d decided that his anger with her last night had been mostly jealousy. The man might claim that he had only big brotherly feelings for her, but he had never in his life said anything unkind to her before last night. Even as a child. So, she had some hope that his anger at the ball had been because of jealousy. If it was and there was a chance for them still, fine. If not . . . well . . . there were half a dozen handsome, seemingly nice men paying her a great deal of attention right now. She felt good. She felt like she had choices for a change. And it was nice.

“Here you are.”