But something was niggling at the back of Daphne's brain, and it wasn't until her eyes fell on a writing set on the desk that she remembered.
The letters from Simon's father.
She closed her eyes and exhaled, summoning the courage she knew she'd need to hand them over to Simon. The Duke of Middlethorpe had told her, when he'd asked her to take the packet of letters, that she'd know when the time was right to give them to him.
She disentangled herself from Simon's heavy arms and padded over to the duchess's chamber.
"Where are you going?" Simon asked sleepily. He'd been dozing in the warm afternoon sun.
"I have to get something."
He must have heard the hesitation in her voice, because he opened his eyes and craned his body around to look at her. "What are you getting?" he asked curious
