“Hello, there,” the carriage driver said, tipping his hat as he pulled to a stop. “Would you care for a ride?”

“Yes, please,” Dan said, looking around.

Angela touched his arm, stopping him. “Is there anyone else ahead of us?”

The driver shook his head. “No, it’s just you two.” He gestured toward the carriage. “Right this way. Also, there’s a blanket on the seat you can lay across your laps if it gets too cold.”

The horse whinnied in agreement.

Dan opened the door and held her hand. “My lady?”

"Thank you, kind sir." She took his hand, and he helped her up into the carriage. Then he sat...