Page 68 of The Earl and the Reluctant Lady
The mysterious admirer hadn’t disappeared as she’d hoped he had once she returned from Brookhaven. She hadn’t heard from him since his letter about dancing with him.
She entered her bedchamber and, just as she had once before, she found a silver tray with a single envelope upon it. With great trepidation, she opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
My dearest Agnes,
Engaged? How can you be engaged to another man?
Do you not know that you belong with me? To me?
Perhaps you were forced into this by your family. I can only hope that is the truth. I do know this, if you do not break the engagement, Lord Wakefield will be gravely injured. I’m certain you don’t want that to be on your conscience. Consider what needs to be done and take action immediately. I’ll give you one day.
With infinite adoration.
She swallowed hard and fell to the bed behind her. Fletcher was in danger. Because of her. There was only one thing for her to do: she needed to break their engagement, then retire to the countryside. If she were out of London, then perhaps this man would disappear and no one would get hurt.
No one but her.
