Miss Felicia Easton, holed up happily at Easton Manor, was quite content with her unchaperoned state, thank you very much. The last thing she needed was to be summarily fetched to see her ogre of a guardian, the elderly Duke of Somerset.
And so she fled with her childhood friend, Scott—only to run into a highwayman!
Thank heavens Glen Aston happened along when he did, insisting the two runaways recover from their shock at a local inn.
But it was some time before the flirtatious Felicia and the highly susceptible Ashton realized they had more in common than a chance encounter in the countryside, for the Duke of Somerset had passed away, and Ashton was now Felicia’s guardian.
And this guardian didn’t appreciate being bamboozled by a slip of a girl, lovely though she might be!