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Spirited Chelsea decided she’d sooner run away to a family friend than return to her vain and selfish guardian, Aunt Augusta. Expecting to settle for a quiet life in the country, she never in her wildest dreams imagined her dear godmother would arrange a season in London—or convince the haute ton’s most eligible bachelor to take her under his wing.

Lord Wainwright was a handsome rogue uninterested in coy games and missish airs. He expected a country mouse with no polish, but instead he found a thoroughly engaging minx and was oddly irritated by all the male attention she received.

Chelsea with her unspoiled eye saw beyond Wainwright’s pursuit of hedonism to the intriguing man underneath. But to her shock, it appeared his heart belonged to her horrid Aunt Augusta!

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Runaway Heart

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Claudy Conn

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Dedication

This is for a friend, a fellow author, and such a dear person,

Teresa Bohannon

~ One ~

PERT, SASSY, AND although about to turn nineteen still full of mischief, Chelsea Halloway stood before the headmistress of Strubett’s Finishing School.

Mrs. Farthing sighed. I hold you, in spite of your rebellious nature, in great affection, my dear girl—and do not think you can tease me with those bright silver eyes. She took a long strand of Chelsea’s gold-lit auburn hair and sighed again.

No, Mrs. Farthing, but—

No buts. We must deal with this situation now.

Yes, Mrs. Farthing, but—

Mrs. Farthing sighed loudly once more and repeated, No buts. It is now beyond my scope to do anything more about this. You shouldn’t be here—at school. You should be enjoying your London season. Oh my, but this situation is shameful!

When Chelsea had lost her parents at age fourteen, her guardianship had gone to her uncle, who had looked after her fortune and doted on her until his death the year before. Responsibility for Chelsea had then passed to her aunt, a young widow determined not to grieve. No more than thirty, attractive, vain, and selfish, Augusta Halloway had scarcely bothered with Chelsea in the past year. She’d even left Chelsea to amuse herself at school over Christmas, as she was busy gadding about; outraged, Mrs. Farthing had taken Chelsea home with her.

I won’t go to her, Chelsea said heatedly. She doesn’t really want me—and why should I go where I am not wanted? She put up her chin. I shall set up an establishment of my own. There is nothing in Papa’s will that prohibits me from doing that.

"Perhaps not, but you do not get control of your immediate inheritance until you are one and twenty—or married. In the meantime, your trustee would have to agree to such a scheme, and let me assure you, Chelsea, he will not. It just isn’t done …"

Well, my aunt doesn’t want me underfoot. She would be happy to set me loose.

"Well, be that as it may, I think she is smart enough to know that she would be severely criticized by the members of the ton for it, and I don’t think she wants that either. You will have to go to your aunt for the time being." Mrs. Farthing tried to pat Chelsea’s hand, but she was already pacing away.

Who is my trustee, please? asked Chelsea.

Your dear father’s friend, Lord Rupurt Lytton.

Is he also living in London?

Well … I am not certain. I know he resides in London now and then, but—

Chelsea interrupted. I shall apply to him.

My dear, do you not think I already did that? I inquired if there was anyone more suitable than your frivolous aunt to see to your season, and he said there was not. However, it was his influence that prompted your aunt to send for you. I daresay he threatened to withdraw the handsome allowance your father’s will allows your guardian.

I shall write to him and implore his lordship. Where does he reside?

Lytton House in Lymington, but, Chelsea—

Dear Mrs. Farthing, you are not to worry about me. I won’t do anything rash, Chelsea assured her.

Then you will pack and make ready to leave—as your aunt wrote that she expects me to send you right to her.

Yes, immediately, agreed Chelsea.

"I do hate to lose you, my dear, but it is your time to enter the haute ton, take your rightful place, make a good marriage, and enjoy your womanhood. The time for being a child is done."

Chelsea smiled affectionately at her. I understand, she said and then added under her breath as she left the room, "Ha—not if I can help it!"

* * *

Here. Take this—quickly, Chelsea whispered as she threw her portmanteau down from her window. She then proceeded to lower the knotted sheets that she had tied to a sturdy side table leg out the window.

Careful, you silly chit! her cohort admonished as Chelsea wrapped her hands and legs around the sheet. She was hampered by the folds of her long skirt but managed through sheer determination to hold onto the sheet. She closed her eyes and made her way down from her second-story bedroom, dangling at times and afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold on.

The sheets stopped about eight feet short of the grass, but it was close enough, and with her partner in crime urging her to hurry, she made the jump.

She giggled from a combination of nerves and accomplishment upon landing, and the young man who held her one piece of luggage snorted and said, You are a complete hand.

Am I, Sam? Is that not good?

If you were a man, aye … that would be good. But you are not. You are a woman and nearly nineteen.

And here you are helping me even so, she said on a short laugh.

Because you are a twiddle-poop that cannot be left to her own devices, he answered.

What an unhandsome thing to say, she answered slapping him lightly across the back of his head.

Well, never mind that now, he returned impatiently as he led her forward. It just happens that tonight I am a bit in agreement with you as to this scheme. You don’t seem to have a choice. He bent and picked up his peaked hat, which had fallen off when she had slapped him. He looked around and said on a tease, But on second thought, still a twiddle-poop.

She managed to control herself and did not knock off his hat again, though she pinched his cheek a bit roughly.

Come on … He frowned at her. We haven’t any time for foolishness.

Which horse did you bring me?

Well, as to that, I didn’t bring you a horse, Chelsea. Thought it best to tweak m’father’s gig.

Mr. Martin! Chelsea objected in shocked accents. You will catch holy horror for this … and be in the suds forever. Never say you have your father’s bays?

Aye, Mr. Sam Martin said, his voice edged with a touch of concern.

No—we simply cannot take them, Chelsea argued.

Well, and we must. We can make the road to Lymington and be there by morning tea. It is four now, and we should reach the Lytton House by eight or so. Then, I can rest the team a bit, turn around, get home, groom ’em, and none the wiser. Papa is away and won’t be back for a couple of days yet.

Sam, you are the best of good friends to do this for me. Chelsea flung her arms around him. He smiled at her, and in the morning duskiness, she fancied she saw him blush. How odd, she thought before realizing he must be flushed from the adventure.

He had been like a brother to her for so long. They had met at a pond when she had been twelve; it was her first year away from her parents and up at school. She had walked up to him as he sat quietly fishing and shoved a frog in his face with a proud giggle and demanded to know if he had ever seen any frog quite that large.

They immediately became fast friends.

He was a bit older, having just attained his majority the week before. He was one and twenty and was forever lording his age over hers, but he had told Chelsea he would help her. Given what he considered her deplorable situation, he felt it his duty to look after her. As though I would let that mean-spirited woman gain financially from your inheritance. She doesn’t give a fig about your welfare.

Oh, Sam. Chelsea sighed sadly. She doesn’t at all. Truth is, I think she never loved my uncle. Married him for his money …

Come on then, he said gruffly. Let’s go, can’t keep m’horses standing, you know. He took her elbow, and they rushed down to the lane where he had his team tethered to a nearby tree. He helped her up, climbed up beside her, and put a blanket over her lap, which she shared with him by stretching it across his lap, and onward they went in comfortable silence for a time.

You were very brilliant to think of a blanket as well, Chelsea commented.

Aye, so I was, he agreed happily.

Chelsea sighed. Poor Mrs. Farthing. I am afraid the note I left her won’t be enough to alleviate her discomfort in this situation, but I had no choice. I did not mention your part in all of this.

Don’t worry yourself over it. Lord Lytton will no doubt send her word that you arrived safe and sound.

"Do you think he will try and force me to go to my aunt? For I shan’t!"

Don’t think he would be such a rum touch as to send you there after you tell him how you have been used since your uncle died. He shook his head and said with disgust, Left to rot at a boarding school you have been too old to attend for more than a year!

Chelsea sighed and patted his arm. You are quite wonderful … and I shall miss you so very terribly.

Won’t have to miss me. Will visit you wherever you are. He grinned broadly, and Chelsea put her face against his arm and sighed.

He glanced at her and patted her head, and the two once again fell into a comfortable silence.

This, however, did not last very long, as all at once Chelsea sat up straight before shouting, Stop! Sam—stop!

He pulled up his team and exclaimed, What, Chels—what is it?

As an answer, she jumped from the curricle and headed towards a group of young boys no more than seven or eight years old.

Sam shook his head, for he knew Chelsea all too well. Oh no, Chelsea! he called out. We don’t have time for this.

However, by the time he got these words out, Chelsea had two young lads by their blazer collars and looked as though she were just about ready to knock them into one another. A much smaller and younger lad lay flat in the dirt and not moving.

What do you two think you are doing? Cowards. Little scoundrels! Look at him—he is smaller and younger, and there are two of you! Chelsea declared while shaking them roughly.

Sam set the brake in placed and secured his team before rushing into the scene. The two boys began to cry when he arrived and hurriedly disengaged Chelsea’s hands from their coats to say to them, "Go on with you two ruffians, go on!"

Feeling this was not quite enough, Chelsea shouted after them, If ever you go after someone who can not defend themselves against you, you will be asking for terrible trouble. Understand?

They blubbered and nodded and ran as fast as they could while Chelsea and Sam saw to the youth on