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Jinx sat at the crossroads, staring first down the road to Logan Fields, then down the one that led to Martinton. Her horse blew and stamped, and she patted its neck. "Not much farther today, Daffodil," she murmured to the tiring mare. "You'll have your dinner and your rub-down soon enough. But where?" she added to herself.

She heard Rob approach on his slower horse. "Miss Jinx, this ain't right, an' well you know it. You can't be ridin' across the countryside this way. Why, if himself was here he'd be-"

"If my father were still alive, he'd be doing exactly as I am," she vowed. She fixed a fierce look upon the aging servant. "I am grateful for your loyalty, Rob, but I will not have you lecturing me all the way to Scotland."

"There you go again with Scotland. We can't go gal-livantin' all the way to Scotland. Don't you know them Scots is a bunch of madmen, wear in' skirts, screamin' like banshees?"

"Mama was half Scots," Jinx reminded the squat stable master.

He frowned, for he'd dearly loved Jinx's mother. " 'Tis only the men as is mad," he grumbled.

"Be that as it may, I'm going there. Colin must be prevented from marrying this girl."

"Ah, but miss, what if we get there too late to stop him?"

She stared down the two roads again, one wide and well traveled, the other a rough choice for a carriage. She could not be too late. But if she was… "If we're too late to prevent Colin making such an unwise marriage, then we'll probably be just in time to prevent him being murdered by his new wife's brother."

On that grim note she turned onto the wider road. Colin would not want his true love jounced about in the carriage. He would want to provide for the easiest journey possible, wouldn't he?

"Bee's knees," she muttered, then urged Daffodil on.

"We make for Logan Fields," she called back to Rob. "Turn back if you like, or follow along. But do not annoy me with advice I refuse to heed, else you will find yourself picking berries for your supper and bedding down in the fields with the hares and field mice.",

Not that she would follow through with her threat; not that Rob believed a word of it. But it was a measure of her determination to save her love-struck brother from a disastrous match-and a fatal confrontation with Lord Hartley-that she would even vow such a thing.

As the sun lowered over the pastoral lands of northern Oxfordshire, Jinx made for Logan Fields with Rob following along behind her. She was hungry and thirsty and her bottom ached from long hours in the saddle. She'd made very good time, but all she wanted now was a hot bath and to never wear these chafing breeches again.

Unfortunately, tomorrow promised only more of the same, and the next day as well. It would take all her energy to reach Gretna Green before Colin did.

She fumed angrily as she rode. The list of grievances against her brother mounted steadily. When she finally found the wretch, he would have much to account for.

She only prayed he lived long enough to do it.

Harrison stood before her door. The hall was dim. The hour was late. Miss Benchley's servant had bedded down in one of the crowded attic rooms. She had taken a moderately priced single room on the third story. As for himself, he'd taken finer accommodations on the second story, but he'd not been able to sleep. A coin here and there, and he'd discovered all he need know: she'd taken supper in her room; she'd paid extra for a bath. She did not know he trailed her and, on the whole, he was satisfied with this day's work. But he was restless. A bottle of red wine had not deadened his mind. Rather than start a second bottle-and pay dearly for it with a headache on the morrow-he'd stalked up the stairs and stood glaring at her door.

He ought to pound the door until it rattled on its hinges. He ought to startle her awake and make her tell him where the runaway pair were, for he was certain she knew more than she'd revealed. The fact that she'd undertaken this insane journey proved that.

He raised his fist to the door, then with a shuddering sigh, spread his fingers and instead pressed his palm flat against the wooden barrier. He was behaving like a madman. Too much wine, too little sleep, and more frustration than he was accustomed to. These Benchleys were even more outrageous than the gossips made them out to be. Brother and sister alike, they were impulsive, shortsighted, and selfish.

He slid his hand back and forth, the width of the wood panel, and his thoughts grew even more churlish. It was his damnably poor luck that Jinx was so unexpectedly attractive. Not that she was the sort that usually drew him. He preferred cool, elegant blondes, with an occasional vibrant brunette thrown in for variation. Redheads, particularly eccentric ones, had never been to his taste.

Unfortunately, he found this particular redhead precisely to his taste. She was smart and loyal and not easily intimidated, a combination not often found in a woman, especially in a young, beautiful one. Added to that, she triggered the most primitive reaction in him. He'd had the entire day to ponder that fact, and now.just the thought of her made him hot. Standing outside her room, knowing she lay unclothed in her bed, sent a river of fire coursing to his loins.

"Bloody hell!" he muttered, yanking his hand back from the door. He was behaving like a fool, and all on account of her. If her brother possessed even half the allure of his sister, it was no wonder innocent Alice had run off with the man.

But his goal was to follow Jinx Benchley, not seduce her-or be seduced by her.

Knotting his hands, he thrust his fists into his pockets and turned away. He needed more wine, and damn the consequences!

The morning was dreadful. Jinx got an early start. She'd not slept well. Though she had never displayed the same predisposition for visions or predictions that her mother had, all night she'd been bothered by a series of confusing dreams. Colin and a faceless bride. A baby in her own arms. Lord Hartley laughing in a joyful manner. He'd looked so much younger laughing. But what had he been laughing about? And whose baby had she held, Colin and Alice's, or her own?

So she'd risen gladly from her restless bed and before the sun had appeared above the Chiltern Hills she'd been on her way, with Rob trailing unhappily behind her. There had been one bit of good news, however. The stableman on duty remembered Colin and Alice. A tall auburn-haired young gentleman and a china-doll beautiful young lady.

She'd picked the right road. That was something, at least.

But then the rains had come, turning the road to slop, and it had become hard to remain optimistic. She was wet and hungry when they made Bicester, but she did not linger any longer than necessary to eat, and to refresh the horses. Just beyond the village the drizzle eased. But within an hour another mishap: Rob's mare came up lame.

"The ostler said Banbury was a four-hour ride in good conditions. It makes more sense for you to return to Bicester," Jinx told Rob.

"And what of you, miss? Surely you cannot plan to go on with this chuckle-headed scheme. Not alone."

"I most certainly can. Here." She dug into her hastily

packed portmanteau, tied behind her saddle. "Here's coin enough to take care of both you and Dolly. If you just follow the same path south, you should find your way home once her leg is better."

" 'Tis not meself I'm worried about!" the man cried. "You cannot mean to ride on alone, and all the way to the Scots land."

The truth was, Jinx did not want to go on alone. The farther north they rode, the less sure of herself she became. But she refused to reveal as much to Rob. The fact was, she had no choice. If she could not prevent Colin from acting on his foolish scheme, at least she could stand beside him when he faced the dangerous Harrison Stirling.

She peeled a still-damp lock of hair from her neck and thrust it behind her shoulder. "It's pointless to argue with me, Rob, for you know I will do precisely as I please. Soon enough I will find Colin, and then I will be perfectly safe."

Harrison watched the tableau being played out in the curve of the road below him, and though he could not hear them, he could imagine full well the drift of the conversation. The stableman's horse was limping, and the poor fellow thought a practical argument would sway his mistress into turning back. Hah! After only two conversations with the woman, Harrison knew better. Miss Benchley meant to press on alone, leaving the worried servant to tend the lame horse. Foolish girl! Had she any idea the myriad disasters that might befall a woman traveling alone?

Except that she would not be alone, for he was right behind her. He grinned and glanced over at his unhappy valet. "Take heart, Rogers. From this point on I'll not require your company. Provide Miss Benchley's servant with whatever assistance he requires. Meanwhile, I will go on alone and tend to Miss Benchley's needs myself."

It was nowhere near sunset. Jinx tilted her head up, gauging the bruised-looking sky. It was only the low-hanging clouds that gave the impression of impending night. They were heavy with rain, threatening at any moment to douse her once more.

How much farther to Banbury?

This part of Oxfordshire was not nearly so well populated as the southern portion. She'd passed near a tiny village some miles past, and had spied a pleasant farmhouse down one hill. If worse came to worst, she could seek shelter in some respectable-looking rural household.

Then again, what respectable household would welcome a woman traveling alone?

For the hundredth time she regretted her hasty decision to send Rob back to Bicester. If the weather would only cooperate, her journey would not be so difficult. But the rain had made the roads treacherous as well as dampened her enthusiasm for her task.