" For once, Rex got no argument from his auditor. She was snoring softly, her head on his shoulder, her hand casually resting on his thigh.
“Mrs. Hatfield?”
Nothing.
“Eleanora?”
A soft sigh.
Rex curled an arm around her lest she be bounced off the seat by some disobliging rut. She knew every clever device for stealing coin from a legitimate enterprise, but he would not have predicted that she also had the knack of sleeping in a moving vehicle.
“I’ve worn you out,” he murmured.
The miles rolled by, Eleanora slept, and Rex contemplated why it should be that the farther they trotted from London, the more peaceful and content he became, and the more pleased to be traveling to Ambledown with her. "

― Grace Burrowes , Forever and a Duke (Rogues to Riches, #3)