Page 51 of Wild Lily
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“Sorry. But you need a change of clothes, a shot of whiskey and a good warm bed.”
“Hopefully, this downpour will end soon.”
He was rubbing her shoulders and securing the blanket around her throat tightly. “Only servants are in residence at the house. I’ll run up. My mother’s winter coat would fit you. Elanna’s would be too short.”
“So why don’t we both go? You need dry clothes, too.”
He tipped his head. “If we’re caught—”
“By whom? If no one in your family is there? Where is your father?”
“London.”
“So then.”
“Stay here.”
“Not on your life!”
