Chapter ThreeLady Roysdon stood waiting among the trees at what she realised was the top of the wood.
Through the branches she could see the crimson and gold of the sky as the sun sank over the Downs.
There was the scent of pines, the sweet smell of moss combined with the salt on the wind and she thought that here there was a peace such as she had never found anywhere else.
As they had ridden quickly from the town, she had known that Jake was apprehensive. More than once he looked over his shoulder to make quite certain that they were not being followed.
But, she told herself, she had covered her tracks very cleverly. The servants would believe what she told them and so would the Earl of Sheringham.
He had sent her a note during the afternoon asking abruptly if he could see her and sh
