Chapter Six
Ian’s stomach tightened as the train pulled up to the platform and chugged to a halt. He peered out the window, searching for Leda in the crowd. He spotted her immediately, standing next to Duncan, watching the windows of the train. His heart pounded. She’d never looked more like a lady, dressed in a suit of dark navy wool, the lace edges of her white collar accenting her delicate neck, her skirts billowing around her in a feminine swirl. One gloved hand rested in the crook of Duncan’s arm.
An unexpected sliver of jealousy snaked through him. Although Leda watched the train windows with an eager expression, there was an air of ease and familiarity in the way she and Duncan stood together.
Ian rose from his seat, cracked the window, and called to her.
She and Duncan both
