Every part of her ached to climb back into the carriage, but it was too late. The door was closed and the coach was already in motion. She stared down the drive; watching the horses quicken when they met open road. He was gone.
Annibell’s ruddy lips quivered as she fought the tears that threatened to fall. What had she done? He offered her what she had been yearning for so long, and she said no? She tugged a loose blond strand behind her ear before turning toward her house.
Her father was sure to be waiting for her; wondering where she had gone and with whom. Of course he already knew, for how could he not? There was no other man that distracted her more than Alex. And Alex was the one man she was not allowed to love, let alone ride in his carriage and allow him to kiss her as much as he pleased.