O'Roarke's Destiny (Cornish Rogues Book 1) by Shehanne Moore

Author:Shehanne Moore [Moore, Shehanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Wolf Books
Published: 2019-09-12T18:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“So Miss Rhodes, what can I do for you?”

Should she just say, jump off the cliff and be done with it? As the craggy faced worm who’d tried to arrest her yesterday, eased down into the wooden chair on the other side of the desk, Destiny did her best to do the same.

Before anyone even asked her where Touse was, Touse had shown her in here. But she bit her tongue and fixed on her tranquillest stare. A problem halved remember?

“Oh, it is more what I can do for you.”

Because it was.

“Really? And what’s that precisely?"

At least give this man his due, there wasn’t so much as a flicker in his eyes as he apprised her, it made it easier to face him coolly when yesterday’s humiliation still scorched her hair roots, given she hadn't expected to be facing him at all.

“The Cleanser.” She swallowed her rising gorge, the alarm that would have taken her by the throat otherwise. “What, if anything, do you know of him?”

“The Cleanser?” Lyon sat forward as if she’d taken him entirely by surprise. But maybe she was mistaken? Maybe Tom Berryman had been in his cups? Or trying to win first prize in the mule stubborn competition when he'd refused to move that stash--despite braying as loudly as that same mule, about this mythological creature? Maybe she'd had to do a quick turnabout on this man not being an exciseman, it didn't mean he wasn't the Cleanser. She sat forward.

“Oh, please don’t look as if you have no idea who I am speaking of. When I think we both know who it is? Hmmm?”

“Do we?”

Of course, the blank look was expected. But what if she truly was mistaken? And here she was, Destiny Rhodes of the house of Rhodes, committing a folly on a par with walking barefoot on hot coals, with her toenails covered in paraffin. Accusing this man because Tom Berryman had behaved as if the devil had crossed his path and this one looked to have horns?

“I see." No wonder the fine hair on the back of her neck stood up. "Maybe I'm wasting your time then and there is no such person?"

“Oh, there is a Cleanser all right."

"Right."

"And we should most definitely like to put our hands on him.”

“Really? And that is why you look as if you’d like to snap that quill pen, is it? Because you can’t?”

“I’m just surprised you have heard the name when I was assured yesterday that you knew nothing of any smuggling rings hereabouts.”

How sodding rich was that when that same smuggler had as good as sold her over a barrel and only said it to save his skin?

“Well, I don’t. That is no lie. The Rhodes never associated themselves with smugglers. Wreckers either. The Rhodes have never been less than decent, honorable, law abiding people.”

“And yet, yesterday, unless I am very much mistaken, we removed several barrels from your summerhouse, the kind that law abiding, decent—”

“Because I didn’t put them there.”

“I see.”

So did she, that the words had tumbled out before she could stop them.

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