Isobel bit the big, gloved hand over her mouth and heard Abe mutter which sounded like a curse under his breath. And then they were within the grove. He reined in removed his hand and leaving her with the taste of leather on her lips and rage in her heart.
Isobel had fled from the country home after Abe had asked her to be Laura’s governess. She could not remain there, and no doubt he had come to know the truth after that. It would be quite easy after all to know the truth because he already knew the real name of the woman whose flesh she was in. “I really would not bother wasting my breath if I were you,” he remarked as she dragged air down into her lungs to scream. She ignored him and found herself slid unceremoniously over the horse’s shoulder to land on her feet, with the breath jolte
