Harriet fought a swell of panic. She liked Winston and wanted him to be safe, but she needed to get home. The mortgage was due in a fortnight, and she still didn’t know how she was going to pay it. Being half-owner of a stallion trained in the high school airs might eventually make money come her way, but what could she do in the next two weeks?
“Miss Chase has obligations in England. We’re sailing as soon as we have supplies and our cargo onboard.” Nick drained his cup. “Possibly as soon as tomorrow afternoon. I need to review the tide tables.”
“Good thing I already did my shopping, then.” Norton refilled Nick’s teacup as well as his own, and topped off Harriet’s.
“Oh! What did you buy?” Harriet had to ask. After riding cross-country in an exotic land for the better part of three days,
