Katie's eyes rose to meet Hugh's, the brilliant blue orbs sparkling with the candlelight.  Just as she feared, she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.  The conversation between the two matriarchs faded from Katie's world as Hugh took her hand.  It was so warm, even through the glove.  Which only made the color rise further, her smile shy.<em>Stop this Katie! He is simply a man!  Speak.  Stop staring at his lips.</em><br/><br/>“Thank you, Lord Covington.  I must say the fine country air does wonders.  By week end I shall be positively a glow.”  Her thoughts finally caught up with her mouth, causing her eyes to drop in embarrassment.  Though her lips pressed thin to prevent a laugh.  “Even if I was not here to wed.”<em>Stop speaking! Stop speaking! He's going to think you a ninny!</em>The blush did not cease, creeping down her neck.<br/><br/>It was only then that she noticed he still held her hand.  Very slowly she pulled it away, letting the tips of her fingers linger for a moment before they parted.  “I look forward to conversing as well.  Our letters have been such a delight.”  By that time she was truly flushed, her pale skin rosy from bodice to forehead.<br/><br/>There was a not so subtle nudge to her elbow and reality came crashing back in.  Looking up, startled by the touch she was sure she was going to die at that moment.  Her mother barely hiding a look of disgust mixed with disappointment.<br/><br/>“Lady Covington.  Please forgive me!  I fear the journey has addled my wits.”  Her eyes met those of her betrothed’s mother, wondering if she'd be as overbearing as her own. “It is a lovely home.  I am confident I shall find myself falling in love with it before the week is out.”  She offered a smile, far less shy than those directed at Hugh.  Though she found her gaze drifting towards the man.  Truly he did not appear that well formed as they courted.