“Evening’s coming on. Shouldn’t we be starting home?” “Yes, we should be. Jonas still hasn’t returned.” She tucked her skirts under her thighs and had a seat on the front step. “I suppose we’ll wait and enjoy the sunset.” They waited. And waited. The sun set. Still no Jonas. Still no carriage. It was full evening now, and fast fading to night. “Where the devil is he? He could have broken a team of wild horses by now.” A knot of suspicion formed in Emma’s stomach. “Oh, dear. I have a bad feeling about this.” “Don’t fret. He’s an experienced coachman. He won’t have encountered any serious
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