Читать книгу The Captain's Mysterious Lady - Mary Nichols, Mary Nichols - Страница 2

‘Tell me about the man who died. What manner of man was he?’ Amy asked.

‘I know nothing of him. He boarded the coach with you, and your tickets were in his pockets, so one supposes he was looking after you,’ James replied.

‘So I was totally dependent on him,’ she mused.

‘It would seem so.’

‘How did I get from the overturned coach to the inn?’ she wanted to know.

‘I rode one of the coach horses with you in front of me. Have you no memory of that?’

‘None at all,’ she said swiftly. But that was her memory. A slow ride, cradled in front of him on a horse with no saddle. She had felt warm and protected, with his arm about her and his coat enveloping them both. She did not remember arriving at the inn, so she must have drifted into unconsciousness again. ‘How difficult and uncomfortable that must have been for you.’

He noticed the colour flood her face and felt sure she had remembered it. How much more was she concealing? He would have it out of her, one way or another, before another day was through.