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“Yes,” she whispered.
He knocked on the top of the carriage to alert the driver, while Bea gathered her skirts.When the carriage door opened, she stepped out into the night on unsteady legs.
The driver escorted her.
At the top of the steps to the house, she looked back.
Nicholas sat in shadow, watching her as though she had just undone him completely.He’d sent his own coach home earlier.Father’s coachman would drop him at his house and return.
Her heart clenched.
She turned away quickly and slipped inside before she could do something foolish.
Like run back to him and confess everything.
Or kiss him again.And shewouldkiss him again.Hopefully.Only…first, she had to find a way to tell him the truth.
