Page 99 of A Conspiracy in Belgravia

And just like that, Livia’s eyes filled. She wrapped her arms around Charlotte. “I’m sorry. I know it makes you antsy to be hugged too long. But I’ll miss you badly. And I so want your plan to succeed—and I’m so afraid of wanting it too much!”

Charlotte patted her a few times on the back. “It’ll be all right. We’ll find a way.”

Livia forced herself to let go. The carriage came to a stop. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and took Charlotte’s hands in her own. “I believe you. I believe we’ll find a way.”

Charlotte had told Livia that Mott would take her home. Mott, however, proceeded directly to the mews, opened the doors of the carriage house, lit the lamps, and drove the brougham inside.

Exactly as she’d instructed him in the note she’d pressed into his hand, when he’d helped her up into the carriage.

The carriage house doors were closed and bolted. Mott pulled off his gloves and opened the door of the town coach. “Miss Charlotte.”

She allowed him to help her down and studied him as if seeing him for the first time. “Hello,brother.”