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Harriet wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but when she woke, she was alone on the fainting couch. Redmond must have draped a blanket over her and cradled her head with a soft blue velvet pillow. Redmond’s scent was still there, that faint hint of the woods and snow. She breathed in deeply and blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes with her fists.
She was usually such a light sleeper, so she was surprised that she hadn’t woken when Redmond had slipped her off his body. Where had he gone to? He probably had more ducal estate matters to concern himself with, but nevertheless, she missed him.
Stretching her limbs, Harriet dropped the blanket from her body and took stock of her appearance. Her gown was dreadfully wrinkled, and her hair was quite mussed, but did it matter? No one was here to se
