" I’m hardly some helpless female,” she said. “I don’t need to be delivered anywhere. Besides, in light of your past behavior, I’d be safer going alone.” A brief silence. Rohan tilted his head and regarded her curiously. “Past behavior?” “You know what I—” She broke off, flushing at the memory of the kiss in the darkness. “I’m referring to what happened in London.” He gave her a look of polite perplexity. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.” “You’re not going to pretend you don’t remember,” she exclaimed. Perhaps he had kissed so many legions of women, he couldn’t possibly recollect them all. “Are you also going to deny that you stole one of my bonnet ribbons?” “You have a vivid imagination, Miss Hathaway.” His tone was bland. But there was a flare of provoking laughter in his eyes. “I have no such thing. The rest of my family is steeped in imagination—I’m the one who clings desperately to reality. "
― Lisa Kleypas , Mine Till Midnight (The Hathaways, #1)