The Accidental Countess. Michelle Willingham

      Stephen opened the door. ‘Be my guest,’ he invited the boy. The rain splattered against the coach door, the wind blowing it in their faces. At the sudden rush of cold, the infant began howling, her face pinched with surprise.

      There was just enough fear, just enough uncertainty to keep Royce frozen in his seat. When he didn’t move, Stephen shut the door.

      ‘Understand this. I will not abide rudeness in the presence of your aunt. You will respect my authority and obey.’

      The boy’s face filled with fury, but he managed a nod.

      ‘Good.’ Stephen signalled for the coachman to drive on. But one matter was certain—he and the boy were now clear enemies.