have a family, and staying here will do you no good. Marcella wouldnât have wanted to see you like this.â Marest pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose. âHow will you travel to Kent?â
âIâll buy a horse in Weymouth and ride up,â Harry said. âThereâs no reason to hurry. Maybe Iâll remember more on my way.â
His father-in-law said, âIâll give you a letter to give to the innkeeper at the Boot in Weymouth. Heâll take care of you and help you find what you need.â
Harryâs throat closed, and he couldnât speak, so he nodded. He was leaving the only home heâd known for more than two years, and returning to a life he still knew very little about.
The two men turned in unison to walk back to the house. Harry went to the room heâd shared with his wife and stayed there until called for dinner.
Marie, his mother-in-law, embraced him. âHarry, itâs for the best.â
âYes, I suppose it is,â he replied. If only he knew who the dark-haired woman was.
Two days later, Harry boarded the ship the Flying Angel for his trip to Weymouth. Heâd dressed warmly in a wool frieze coat and muffler. After assuring the captain he knew his way around a ship, Harry was happy to be given a job helping trim the sails to take his mind off leaving. They arrived in Weymouthâs port late that afternoon.
Harry thanked the captain, whoâd given him directions to the Boot.
âGood luck to you, young man. Anytime you want a job, let me know. Youâre a born sailor.â
Harry laughed. âIâll be sure to do that. Thank you, again, for bringing me across. Safe passage back.â
After reaching the inn, Harry handed his letter to the landlord, who showed him to a large chamber overlooking the docks. The landlord promised to help Harry purchase a good horse and the other provisions heâd need for the trip home. Home, what a strange thought. Would they welcome him, he wondered.
November 7th, Marsh Hill, Kent, England
Anna had been home for just over a week and, between resuming her normal duties at home, Rutherford, her smuggling gang, and an unexpected irritant in the form of Percival Blanchard, the squireâs eldest son, sheâd had no time to have a good conversation with Aunt Lillian. Anna was in the breakfast room when her aunt appeared.
âGood morning, my dear,â Aunt Lillian greeted her. âAre you riding with Lord Rutherford again today?â
Anna swallowed. âYes, he should be here soon. I need your advice. How do I convince Percy that I have no interest in him? The man is a coxcomb and a dead bore.â
Lillian laughed. âGet betrothed. That will stop him. Unfortunately, he is the type of man who cannot understand that he is not irresistible to women.â
Anna took a sip of tea and said thoughtfully, âI wonder if I can deny him when he comes to visit.â
Her aunt raised a brow. âThatâs rather hard to do when he brings his mother along.â
Almost every day since Annaâs return, Lady Blanchard had come to call, accompanied by Percy. âI suppose youâre right.â
âYouâre spending quite a bit of time with Lord Rutherford. Do you have intentions?â
Anna shook her head. âNo. He does.â
âI thought you liked him.â
Anna set her cup down. âI do, but we wonât suit.â
Lillian frowned slightly. âThis conversation is becoming distressingly akin to an interrogation. If you donât wish me to know . . .â
âOh, no. Itâs not that.â Anna rushed to reassure her aunt. It would be good to talk with someone. âRutherford wants to marry me, but I heard him describing what he wants in a bride, and it is not who I am.â
âAh, I see.â Her auntâs eyes sparkled. âA challenge?â
âNot really. We havenât spent much time together since shortly