Jennifer looked back to him with large, dark doe eyes. "Something to look forward to, then." Because she needed to stop, pace herself, and maybe have a night to reevaluate things. Or at the very least, she needed to get back to her party. Her public was waiting.

"We'll talk later. Lunch or something." Her voice was soft but commanding. There would be no wiggle room here, no changing her mind about continuing then and there, no matter how he might bite his lip or pout. She had duty and obligation to guide her. She had a husband just inside who was, undoubtedly wondering where his wife was at that very moment. "Go on ahead of me. People will be suspicious if we walk in together like this."