“Sorry,” she said hastily, immediately regretting her words. There were certain things one never accused a British gentleman of, the foremost of which was deliberate injury to an animal, for any reason. “I apologize,” she added, just as a clap of thunder shook the earth. “Truly, I do.”
“Do you know how to get there?” he yelled over the storm.
She nodded.
“Can you start a fire while you wait for me?”
“I can try.”
“Go, then,” he said curtly. “Run and get yourself warm. I’ll be there soon enough.”
She did, although she wasn’t quite sure whether she was running to the cottage or away from him.
And considering the fact that he’d be mere minutes behind her, did it really matter?
But as she ran, her legs aching and her lungs burning, the answer to that question didn’t seem terribly import
