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But damn. Why was it taking so long?

Time was running out.

When the headwaiter bustled into the room with a silver salver, his heart jerked.

“My lord,” he intoned with a bow.

“Thank you,” Wallace said, and snatched the missive. He waited until the waiter quit the room. Then he shot a look around to make sure no one was close before he ripped it open.

As he read it, a smile blossomed on his face.

“Well?” Blackworth asked. “Is it what you were looking for?”

“Indeed.” He shot his friend a wicked smile.

“Where is she?”

“Cornwall.” Only two or three days’ ride away.

“Excellent.” Blackworth lifted his glass and Wallace ordered another.

He could afford to now.

He’d found Elizabeth and this time, she would not get away.

Chapter Twenty-Two

It was difficult for Anne, saying goodbye to Mary, especially after just finding her again. But if they missed this packet, there would not be another for a week, and Hamish, rightly so, was anxious to find Elizabeth.

Anne had had very little time to get to know Jamison, but fortunately they had a chance to talk and it became clear to Anne that he loved Mary with all his heart and he would do anything he could to keep her safe and well.

Because of their choice, their lives would not be easy, but neither seemed to mind.

Ah, young love.

She was glad to be beyond such things.

She was, wasn’t she?

“Are you all right?” She jumped when Ranald’s hand fell on her shoulder, partly because she’d been thinking of him.

“Oh. Of course.”

“How is your stomach?”

She offered a chagrined smile. “Better, now that we’re not moving.”

“And not on a boat,” he jested.

“You have no idea!”

“Do you really get seasick?”

“Terribly! Even a ride in a skiff is a disaster.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I love punting about.”

“I can imagine so.”