The man glanced back, his eyes flashing with deliberate challenge.
Benedict.
And that flash of blue robe as the carriage curtain fell, identical to the woman's attire across the river.
"Josephine." Alistair's voice cracked as he gave chase. "It is me, Alistair."
But the carriage was already speeding away, leaving only swirling dust behind.
Josephine pressed against the carriage wall, her fingertips icy while her palms grew damp.
That single glance across the river had dragged every bitter memory crashing back.
Benedict slid a cup of warm coffee toward her.
"If you are uneasy, I will have the driver go faster."
"I lied."
She looked up abruptly, her eyes glistening.
"I was not ill earlier. I saw Alistair on the opposite shore."
"I know."
He chuckled.
"I figured it out the momen
