Desmond wanted to open his eyes and take in the wonderful sight of Leonor with hardly any material covering her body – a sight he would never get used to despite sleeping next to her every night and witnessing blankets falling off of her in her sleep or being able to feel her within his grasp.
He ignored his thoughts and wrapped her entirely with the blanket so nothing was revealed below her shoulders.
He lifted her, deciding to have one of his men retrieve her clothing. She didn't need to be outside for much longer since it was cooling off.
Desmond placed her gingerly on the top step when they were finally at the carriage.
"Get comfortable," he instructed. "I'll join you in a moment."
The duke shut the door and stood just outside the door and stripped down out of his cloak, coat, and the white shirt underneath. He decided to leave his pants until he could join Leonor in the carriage and have more privacy.
