There. There, down a narrow side lane—was that a bit of red? He jogged in pursuit. “Emma! Emma!” By the time he’d covered half the distance, she turned around. “Stop,” she shouted. “Leave me be.” He slowed to a walk. For every step he took toward her, she made one in reverse. “Can’t we discuss this somewhere less wet?” he called to her. “What is there to discuss?” “Emma, don’t play games. I know you’re distraught.” “I’m fine, Duke. That’s what you wanted me to call you, isn’t it? Duke?” “You’re clearly not fine.” He held up his hands in a truce. “Don’t mind anything she said up there. Her ire
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