Injured, no, but she’d never be the same.
She felt him shift beneath her. His leg! She must be causing him great pain. She struggled to get up, flailing in a tangle of their arms and legs before finding her balance again, his hands on her hips to help lift her to her feet, and she scrambled out of the coach to the pavement. She straightened her coat and pushed up her spectacles. The whole incident had lasted only a few seconds, but would be imprinted on her mind forever. “Thank you again, Sinclair. My first trip to the theater was quite memorable.”
Sinclair waved. “Go on with you.”
She waved and went up the stairs, preparing herself for a rash of questions about the evening from Mel and Grandmère, treasuring the feeling of being held in Sinclair’s arms, however unintentional the circums
