(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Jennings's Bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Henry Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Half Past Three<br/><strong>What:</strong>Saddling a Horse<br/><br/>Standing she moved over to him and shook her head.<strong>"Don't be silly, I will saddle your horse for you, it won't take more than a minute and besides the roads are not safe for you on foot anymore."</strong>she spoke because he was a Duke now and looked like one. Easy pickings for robbers and such.<br/><br/>Walking past him she looked over her shoulder. His last comment almost made her laugh, he had waited for love yet look what that love brought him..he was surely riding off to a brothel now after failing with her. Some notion love was.<strong>"Might as well have relations with a horse than, for the animals are my only contact sir." </strong>She walked into the tacked room, a small space filled with saddles, bits, and reins. Jennings wasn't one that carried around the notion of love, it hurt to much and in her current employment she would be waiting a long time.<br/><br/>She stayed in the tack room for a minute longer almost hoping he would follow her. The memory of his lips on hers lingered and the feeling still tingled on her flesh, if only he would kiss her again.