Clark Dalton squinted at the squirming maid who wrestled against him.Peter Gates ran toward them from the stable. “I said, let her go!”Clark dropped his hold and pulled in a ragged breath as he recognized the young woman. “Ann! What are you doing sneaking around out here?”Her wide-eyed gaze darted from Peter to Clark. “I’m just—”“There’s no need to answer him.” Peter moved to Ann’s side “Why did you grab hold of her like that?”Clark met Peter’s hard gaze. “I couldn’t tell who it was in the dark. I thought she was a thief.”Peter scoffed. “Oh yes, she looks like a thief, doesn’t she?” His accusing frown deepened. “And why are you lurking about the courtyard?”“Some of my tools have gone missing from the greenhouse, and I’ve been hoping to catch whoever stole them.”“It’s not me!” Ann’s voice rose to a panicked pitch. “I’ve no reason to take gardening tools.”Clark huffed and straightened his jacket. “I suppose not. But you’ve still not explained why you’re out here at this time of night.”Ann shot another anxious glance at Peter, and her chin began to tremble.Peter slipped his arm around her shoulder.
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