“I am, but let me tell you, Milly, you will have something of a task ahead of you.”
“You know the family?”
“I do.”
“But they live some distance from your home?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“I wonder at the association,” Milly lied.
“I hunt with Lord Wimplestow occasionally, and have visited his house.”
“I am quite certain I will settle in there perfectly.”
“I hope you do.” His words sounded doubtful.
The Wimplestows were the only family who would take her, given she had no reference other than the one she had written herself. The agency she had approached had suggested she contact them. She had, and had been accepted for the position as companion to Miss Wimplestow.
“That is the fourth yawn in as many minutes, Miss Higglesworth.”
“The day has been a long one, my lord.”
She would close her eyes briefly, only a few seconds to regain her strength. Now she was out of immediate danger, it appeared fatigue had caught up to her. However, she could not fall asleep in this man’s arms. She needed to keep her wits about her at all times. Imminent danger from Mr. Pestle may no longer be nipping at her heels, but that did not mean she could let her guard down, as it would be fatal if Lord Ellsworth recognized her. His anger would be fierce, and she could not blame him for that. Or perhaps he would no longer care? Was he married? Milly did not like to think of another woman having his children, and yet knew this would happen, if it had not already.
Dear Lord, I’m riding in Joseph’s arms.
