Chapter 22

• Charlotte felt a slight movement beside her—the faint rustle of someone sitting down. Her eyes fluttered open. She turned her head just enough to see the man who had taken the seat next to her, and the sight made her frown. His clothes were soaked through, water dripping from his sleeves onto the seat between them.
• She instinctively shifted away, pulling at her dress so it wouldn’t touch his wet coat. “Excuse me,” she said sharply, irritation lacing her tone. “You should at least look before sitting down—you’ve made my dress wet.”
• The man turned his head at her voice. For a second, she was too focused on the annoyance to really look at him—but then recognition hit. Her eyes widened, her breath catching halfway through her next word.