Chapter 4I ignored Robert’s shout as I entered the taxi and told the driver where I wanted to go. I felt as if every nerve ending was exposed and screaming in protest. “Please hurry.” Why had Robert followed me?
The driver took one look at my face through his rear-view mirror and tramped on the accelerator, and the little vehicle leaped forward. I gazed unseeing out the passenger window and tried to keep my mind blank.
It didn’t take long before the driver pulled up in front of the townhouse that had once belonged to a scion of the Duke of Wellington. Father had been inordinately pleased to have snapped up such a prize, and of course once it was his, he’d hurried to change the interior as well as the name to Haynsworth House.
I paid the man and got out, surprised to see a van parked in
