She Gave a Lost Stranger a Ride Home—Hours Later, the Duke Knocked on Her Door

Chapter 2

“There is a cloth in the box under the seat,” she said. “Press it to your head. It is clean. It is for wiping down the harness, but it will do the job.”

He found it. He pressed it to his temple without a word of complaint, and she registered that as a point in his favour. Men who complained while being rescued from ditches were exhausting, and she had met several.

“Where are you bound?” she asked.

A hesitation. Brief. She noticed it the way she noticed everything.

“North.”

“North is a direction, not a destination. There are four houses on this road before the border. Which one?”