“But that was hours ago! Has there been no sign of the carriage?”
“No, my Lord.”
The Earl dismissed the boy and walked slowly back towards the house. If Robina was not in the village, then, where on earth was she?
‘I don’t care what has happened to my carriage, my only concern is for her,’ he muttered to himself, as he went into the drawing room.
The windows overlooked the drive and gave him a good vantage point should the carriage return.
The drawing room was one of the rooms Robina was helping him to renovate. Although there was nothing structural to change, the Earl had decided that he wanted a different colour scheme and new furnishings.
He picked up a book intending to read it, but found he could not concentrate.
All he could see was Robina’s lovely face and the ugly thought th
