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His lips curved into an unwilling smile. “You do have a way with words.”
She offered him a too-sweet grin. “I'm practicing. After all, I haven't used any for days.”
“Don't push me, Miss Trent. My temper is hanging by a very slender thread.”
“I rather thought it had already snapped,” she retorted. “And beside that, if I'm to call you Blake, you might as well call me Caroline.”
“Caroline. It suits you much better than Carlotta ever did.”
“Amen to that. I haven't a drop of Spanish blood in me. A touch of French,” she added, aware that she was babbling but too nervous in his presence to stop, “but no Spanish.”
“You've quite compromised our mission, you realize.”
“I can assure you it was not my intention.”
“I'm sure it wasn't, but the fact remains that you're going to have to make amends.”
“If my making amends will result in Oliver spending the rest of his life in prison, you can be assured of my complete cooperation.”
“Prison would be unlikely. The gallows are a much more distinct probability.”
Caroline swallowed and looked away, suddenly realizing that her involvement with these two men might send Oliver to his death. She detested the man, to be sure, but she couldn't like being the cause of anyone's demise.
“You'll need to discard your sentimentality,” Blake said.
She looked up in shock. Was her face that easy to read? “How did you know what I was thinking?”
He shrugged. “Anyone with a conscience faces that dilemma when they first start in this business.”
“Did you?”
“Of course. But I outgrew that quickly.”
“What happened?”
He cocked a brow. “You ask a lot of questions.”
“Not half as many as you did,” she returned.
“I had a government-sanctioned reason to be asking so many questions.”
“Was it because your fiancée died?”
He stared at her with such furious intensity that she had to look away. “Never mind,” she mumbled.
“Don't bring her up again.”
Caroline took an unintended step back at the harsh pain in his voice. “I'm sorry,” she murmured.
“For what?”
“I don't know,” she said, hesitant to mention his fiancée after the way he'd reacted the last time. “Whatever made you so unhappy.”
Blake stared at her with interest. She seemed sincere, which surprised him. He'd been something considerably less than polite to her during the past few days. But before he could think of a reply, they heard the marquis enter the hall.
“I vow, Ravenscroft,” James said, “can't you see your way to hiring a few more servants?”
Blake cracked a smile at the sight of the elegant Marquis of Riverdale balancing a tea service. If I could find another I trust, I'd hire him in a minute. At any rate, as soon as I'm done with my duties at the War Office, the discretion of my servants will no longer be quite as paramount.”
