Claire heard the hoofbeats and turned to the steamcart’s driver, who the glow of the lanterns showed her to be Chadwick Radcliffe, her fiancé.
“Do you hear that?” she asked.
“Yes.” He shook his head. “Probably a draft dodger trying to use the fog to get out of town before the hunters catch up to him.”
“I can’t say I blame him.” She felt the ruby ring on her finger and smiled. She hadn’t wanted to wear gloves so she could continue to look at it and so had tucked them in her reticule once they got out of sight of her parents’ townhouse. Chad wore his driving gloves, so she couldn’t hold his hand skin-to-skin. He’d always been a cautious sort, but she knew that he would always take the best care of her.
“Yes, maybe he has a sweetheart.” Chad squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
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