“That is what I assumed, considering you told us that Lord Hungerton was a French spy,” Anette said. “I must imagine no one will see Lord Hungerton again.”
“You would be correct in your assumption.”
Anette folded the paper and placed it next to her on the table. “Roswell mentioned that he saw you kissing Simone.”
“It is true,” Caleb said, seeing no reason to deny it.
“I am happy for you, and Simone,” Anette stated. “You both deserve to be happy.”
“Thank you.”
Anette considered him for a moment before saying, “But I was right all along about Simone.” She reached for her glass and took a sip. “Are you going to let Simone continue working as a spy?”
Caleb placed his fork and knife down onto the plate. “I amnot going toletSimone do anything. It is her choice, not mine.”
“That is very progressive of you,” Anette said in an approving tone.
“I love Simone, and I just want her to be happy,” Caleb stated.
Anette arched an eyebrow. “Have you discovered what her favorite flower is?”
Caleb groaned. “No, I haven’t. But in my defense, we were focused on our assignment, which was far more important.”
“I know, but Mother won’t understand,” Anette said.
The long clock in the corner chimed and it was finally a respectable hour that he could call upon Simone. He shoved back his chair and rose. “If you will excuse me, I am going to call on Simone now,” he informed his sister.
Anette’s eyes held amusement. “Of course you are,” she said. “But do try to remember to ask her what her favorite flower is.”
“I will,” Caleb responded before he departed from the dining room.
It wasn’t long before he found himself sitting in the coach. He was rather eager to see Simone, almost too eager. How he loved her. His life had changed for the better when he had met her. He didn’t know it at the time, considering they were at odds with one another.
The coach rolled forward to merge into traffic but came to an abrupt stop. The door opened and Kendrick stepped inside.
Once he sat across from Caleb, Kendrick closed the door and said, “I must assume you are on your way to see Miss Delacourt.”
“I am,” Caleb confirmed.
“Good,” Kendrick said. “You can break the news to her that her father died from an infectious fever last night.”
Caleb lifted his brow. “We both know that isn’t true.”
“True, but it sounds so much more pleasant than saying he was tortured and killed,” Kendrick remarked. “Lord Hungerton admitted to many bombings over the course of the past three years. His treachery ran deep, I’m afraid.”
“I will inform Simone of the news.”
“See that you do,” Kendrick said. “Did you read the newssheets this morning?”
Caleb bobbed his head. “I did. Amnesia was an interesting choice.”
“In exchange for the newssheets to not print what Juliette had leaked to them about spies and whatnot, I agreed to share some unprecedented stories,” Kendrick shared. “Although, it took much convincing on my part to persuade Lady Hungerton that she shouldn’t remain in hiding. She did nothing wrong and she deserves to have a life.”
“Do you think she will return to high Society?”
Kendrick shrugged. “I don’t know, but as far as thetonis concerned, she is alive and well,” he replied. “She only agreed to leave the cottage if she could see her husband one more time.”
“You allowed such a thing?” Caleb asked.
