“Good Lord.” Gillian groaned and started for the door. Audrey sensed something deeper was going on with her maid. She’d been quieter this morning. Usually Gillian was talkative, at least to her. Audrey had her suspicions as to what made her friend so pensive. If she hadn’t wanted to be bothered, she would have tidied up and left Audrey’s chambers, yet she had lingered, as though wishing for Audrey to ask what was bothering her.
“We’re really not going to talk about it?” she asked gently, which made Gillian pause as she reached the door.
Gillian finally spoke, her voice soft. “About?”
“Last night. I came home this morning. You didn’t come back until early this morning either. The messenger who brought the note said you’d been injured and that James had taken you to his townhouse.”
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