He watched her as she crossed to the armoire, and it wasn't until she had started to pull the overdress on that Thomas thought to look away, realizing that the act of dressing, however simple (and modest, considering her chemise), was private. But then Abby had stepped back to his side, and he laced his fingers with hers, bringing her hand up and kissing her knuckles. "You're the one who asked," he replied, perhaps a touch playfully. "Lead the way, love."