Bound By Their Secret Passion

Her lovely smooth cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. ‘I—I was running. Silly of me. I simply—wanted to run.’ She sounded out of breath.

His shoulders relaxed. ‘I saw you and thought something was wrong.’

‘Nothing...bad.’ But she remained unsmiling. ‘I just needed to run. Hoydenish of me, I realise, but I did not expect to be seen.’

He felt the rebuke. ‘Forgive me. Perhaps I should not have—’

She interrupted him. ‘Oh, no. I did not mean any criticism of you. I simply realised how I must look to you.’

He had never seen her lovelier. ‘May I ask the reason you—?’

She cut him off again. ‘Why I was running? I—I felt so closed in all of a sudden. Penned in, you know. I just wanted to escape. For a little bit. I will return, of course, and preside as hostess for dinner.’

They began to walk, a leisurely aimless pace that his horse was content to follow.

He spoke first. ‘Ross told me the solicitors had arrived to read the will.’

She made an anguished sound. ‘Indeed. They read it today.’

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