Leah and Hugh"s steeds trotted over the well-traveled road to Hugh’s main residence downriver, while Jane and two grooms followed with their belongings. Soon she would become the lady of the house…
…if she didn’t escape first.
She inhaled the heady aroma of fresh earth and the fragrances of gorse and bracken lining the pathways. The sky was a pattern of pewter-gray patches. They traversed deep woods, thick with ash and chestnut trees that cleared into an expanse of marsh. Their mounts clopped across a rickety footbridge. She held her breath until they’d safely crossed.
“It’s so beautiful out here, Hugh. It’s been a long time since I experienced nature in such a pure way.” Leigh closed her eyes, appreciating her surroundings.
Why did the thought of escape suddenly seem less appealing? S
