Though dark enough for her eyes to deceive her, she felt certain someone stood not twenty feet away.Reason told her to turn around, but reason was vastly overrated. Besides, the nape of her neck tingled with anticipation. Somehow she knew who lingered in the yard. She stepped into the soft grass. “Who’s there?”“You promised we would meet again. I got tired of waiting.”The highwayman.He sauntered toward her, pausing a few feet away.The cool night breeze stirred her hair. Miranda brushed a stray lock from her face. “Have you been skulking about the back entrances of every house in the district, or did you somehow know to find me here?”“I have ways of finding what I need.” He leaned against a small pear tree not far from the stairs she’d just descended into the yard.Miranda heard the smile in his voice. Go inside, her mind screamed. But other, less sensible parts of her body drove her forward until she stood before him. He wore the same dark clothes he’d worn the night of the robbery.
