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It was well into the night by the time we’d gotten far enough away from Wilton to risk sleep.
Finn stopped by a stand of trees, cooing lovingly to our horse as he unhooked her from the cart.
“You are such a good girl.” Finn patted the horse. “Such a pretty, kind girl.”
“Should I be jealous of the horse, my love?” I hopped down from my seat, taking one last look around before heading to the back of the wagon.
“Never,” Finn said. “There is nothing in this world that comes close to my adoration of you.”
“Careful, you might make a girl blush.” I ran my fingers along the back of the cart, searching for the latch to our hidey hole.
I slipped the metal aside and lifted the three long boards that made up the center of the cart. The compartment below was wide enough to fit two adults if th
