Excerpt from WIP: To All the Earls I’ve Loved Before

It was ridiculous. Comically ridiculous. She was having a knife pulled on her when she had one in her very own pocket for the same purpose.

She smiled widely at the man before she could think twice and leaned back with her elbows against the stone rail.

“What’s so funny?” The man narrowed his eyes.

She waved a hand and gave a little hiccup, half fear, half laughter.

Perhaps the large tumbler of madeira she had made herself drink before she had slipped out of the house was finally...