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Of all the trouble Rosalind had imagined getting into when trying to get her life back from Ashton’s steel grip, she hadn’t expected to be robbed by a highwayman.
“Who’s inside?” the man demanded of the driver.
“Lady Melbourne and her lady’s maid.”
“Step away from the horses and go over by the road.” The man flicked the end of his pistol to indicate where he wanted the driver to go.
“What is it?” Claire whispered.
This isn’t bad. Not compared to what you’ve faced before. She prayed she could convince herself of that.
Without taking her eyes off the armed man, Rosalind whispered back, “I believe we’re about to be robbed.” Her heart pounded hard enough that she could barely hear herself think.
“What?” Claire gasped.
“Let me handle this. Stay behind me at all costs.”
“But—”
Rosal
