Are you alright?" The heavy-set innkeeper stepped around the coachman and pocketed a ring full of keys. Ah, that must have been the jingling sound
he'd heard.
Oliver opened the other eye and focused on the two men in front of him, since
they were blocking out the blinding light. "Water," he rasped.
"Of course." The innkeeper bustled from the room, leaving Oliver with his
coachman, who bent over him, frowning.
"What happened, milord?"
Oliver wished he knew. "I don't know." It hurt to speak. "Where am I?"
"Northampton," the driver answered. "Where we stopped for the night with Miss
Hazel's party."
Hazel. His heart lurched. Was she all right? The evening came back to him in a
flash. She'd invited him to tea, and he was intent on behaving. He
glanced around the room but couldn't se
