““Thomas led the way, but promptly stopped and pointed at the table. “Is that carrot pudding?” The glee in his face made Kitty want to toss the infernal pudding in the fire. She pursed her lips playfully and glared. “Aye, I adore carrot pudding. Or didn’t you know?” Removing her apron, Kitty followed Eliza toward the parlor ignoring Thomas’s jesting as she walked upstairs. “Are you sure it’s the pudding you like—and not the man that will come to eat it?” His gentle laughter rumbled behind her as she and Eliza hurried upstairs.””
