Never a Gentleman by Eileen Dreyer

Author:Eileen Dreyer [Eileen Dreyer]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780446576024
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2011-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

The words were like shards of glass in his gut. He wanted to destroy something. He wanted to lock Grace in the smallest room he could find and guard it until he could guarantee her safety.

“That note has to get to Drake,” he said. “Make sure Grace is accompanied everywhere. Arm our people, but don’t let her know it. Check and see if any of your staff has picked up any new leads.”

“All right,” she said, tucking the note into her skirt. “What about you?”

He looked at the bed longingly. “I have work to do.”

“You might want to get the whore’s stink off you, first.”

He stopped, his hands at the waistband of his pants. “That whore has led us to five other people of interest. Last night she convinced me to steal confidential documents for her. She also seems to enjoy sharing details of the Wellington plot. Until we get the rest, I have no choice.”

Even so, he yanked his reeking shirt off his head and threw it in the corner.

Babs had been at this too long to argue. “Just be careful,” she warned, and reached up to drop a kiss on his cheek before walking out the door.

Diccan had just gotten his pants unbuttoned, when his door opened. “Not now,” he barked.

“Yes, now,” the intruder answered.

He whirled around to see his wife standing in the same door Babs had just exited, her posture like steel, her eyes winter bleak as she took in his state of undress. “There are things I can control,” she said with deadly calm, “and things I cannot. If I ever see Schroeder come out of this room again looking like that, I will fire her without reference and poison your coffee.”

Last week he would have argued. Even twelve hours ago, he would have hinted at the truth. But he had been warned. So he protected her. “Madame,” he said, his voice as dry as dust. “My head is the size of a melon and my stomach threatens to disgrace me. If you wish to shrill in that odious manner, inflict it on the staff. I am going to sleep.”

She stared at him long and hard, but in the end, she said nothing, just left, not even slamming the door behind her. And Diccan, exhausted and aching and beset by unfamiliar fear, sank onto the edge of the bed and stared sightlessly at the wall, trying to remind himself that what he did was necessary. There was no way he could convince himself that it was right.

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