by Annie Boone
He drew a deep breath, as recognition seemed to dawn. He rubbed his hand across his face and groaned.
“Lady Charlotte. I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you in the heat of the moment.”
“Never mind. I’ll admit I was riding too fast into the village. I was upset, and didn’t monitor my pace the way that I should have. I’ll accept your apology if you’ll accept mine. Mr…”
He grinned and his brown hair flopped across his forehead. “Apology accepted. Mr. Brown, Harry Brown. I grew up just outside Greyburn, M’Lady.
“Oh yes, of course. Harry Brown, I remember your family. How are they?
“They’re well, thank you M’Lady.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Mr. Brown.”
“Nice to see you, M’Lady, and try to be more careful. Please.”
He nodded his head, and tipped his hat at her. Then he shoved his hands into his pockets and continued down the road, whistling a ditty.
Charlotte watched him leave, her heart still hammering in her chest. She remembered him now, but he’d certainly grown since she last saw him. She didn’t remember him looking like that. If only he were a Duke, all her troubles might be over. She shook her head, and turned toward the markets. She hoped to buy some fresh hothouse flowers for her mother, perhaps she could smooth things over and get her mother to see things her way before it was too late.
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