How to Steal a Thief's Heart (Happy Ever Regency Book 4) by Bree Wolf

Author:Bree Wolf [Wolf, Bree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, romance, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2020-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

The Highwayman

It was him!

Or not? Was she going mad? Had she imagined the…familiarity of his kiss? Or was it truly him? Was Lord Markham her masked savior?

Caroline spent the next few days doing little else but staring out the window, her thoughts hopelessly entangled, going through each and every memory she could conjure. Moments in the dark with a stranger with neither name nor face, and others in the ballrooms of London with an irritating and most persistent lord. Could both men be one and the same?

The kiss at the orphanage had felt so…it had instantly drawn her mind back to the moment the masked stranger had pulled her into his arms in that dark alley. Once again, she’d felt his hands on her, his lips against hers. It had been a memory and, at the same time, it had not been, the sense of him, the feel of him. Or had she been mistaken? Had her mind instantly linked the only kisses she’d ever received? Had it been nothing but her inexperience that had led to this confusion?

Sarah watched her most carefully throughout the following days, her dark green eyes full of concern. Fortunately, she refrained from asking questions to which Caroline did not know the answers. What ought she to do? Confront Lord Markham? What if she was mistaken? Would he laugh at her? Be offended that she’d allowed a stranger to steal kisses?

The thought of Lord Markham turning from her stirred regret in her heart as well as a pain she’d never experienced before. As irritating as she’d found his presence not long ago—and, to be honest, still did—he’d proved himself worthy of her trust, had he not? Had he not come for her when she’d needed him? As he’d promised? Had he not kept her secret?

But so had the masked stranger she still did not know what to call.

Caroline paused in mid-stride, her eyes unseeing as they stared outside at the busy street. Perhaps it would be safer to ask him. The masked man. If he laughed at her, if he truly was not Lord Markham, where would be the harm in that?

Unfortunately, Caroline knew not where to find him. He had always been the one to find her. Was she mad for considering once more setting out at night simply to draw him out? Would he notice? Was he watching her even now?

Frowning, Caroline peered out at the street, hoping to spot a dark-clad man hiding behind a tree or simply standing off to the side. However, all she saw were people going about their business. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing and no one that reminded her of him.

Her heart sank.

“What will you wear tonight?”

At the sound of Sarah’s voice, Caroline flinched. “What?” She blinked, trying to clear her thoughts. “Tonight?”

“The Cavendish ball,” Sarah clarified, her gaze narrowing as she regarded her friend. “Are you unwell? Shall I excuse you?”

Caroline shook her head. “No, I’m…I’m fine, simply preoccupied.” She managed a weak, halfhearted smile, which Sarah clearly did not buy, but chose to ignore.

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