Her voice trailed away on the last word and the Marquis was aware that she had fallen asleep.
A little while later her head slipped lower against the cushions in the corner of the carriage and he lifted her legs up onto the seat beside him.
He was aware that she was completely unconscious, lying curled up like a child in her cot.
He put out his hand and pulled the rug a little further over her, then sat back and closed his eyes, thinking that he too would sleep.
Finding it impossible to do so, instead he puzzled as to who Cara could be and what on earth he was to do about her.
It was obvious that she was well-bred and well educated and he also had the idea that when he saw her in the daylight she would be attractive.
He knew that he would have to come to some conclusion about her bef
