Hunt’s shocked expression was due to the insulting word she had just used or her inappropriate attire. “Well, that rather surprises me. And it’s none of your business what I wear when I ride, Mr. Alexander Wesley Hunt of Front Royal. If you’ve finished pouncing on me, I’ll be on my way.” The masculine scents of leather and shaving balm wafted around her. She remembered meeting the arrogant nephew on the island, but she had no intention of allowing him to intimidate her again. “I am no deserter looking for a place to hide out.” She pushed past him. Her tone was dismissive, but he still followed at her heels like a puppy. “Truly, Mr. Hunt, I do not need your assistance. Good day to you.” Spying her new chestnut mare, his attention focused on the horse. “What a beauty! What’s her name?” He ran his hand down the shiny flank. “Miss Kitty. She was a gift from Dr. and Mrs. Bennington.” Emily tugged the reins loose from the branch, wishing it wasn’t her first time on the new Morgan.
