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To Catch an Heiress (Agents of the Crown #1) Page 84
Author: Julia Quinn

“Caroline?” he called.

She poked her head out, a black silk scarf wrapped over her head. “She eez not here.”

Blake raised a brow. “Who are you meant to be? And what did you do with my wife?”

She smiled seductively. “I am, of course, Carlotta De Leon. And eef you don't keess me now, Senor Ravenscroft, I will have to resort to my most unpleasant tacteecs.”

“I shudder to think.”

She slunk onto the bed and batted her eyes at him. “Don't think. Just keess.”

“Oh, but I couldn't. I am an upright, moral man. I could never stray from my marriage vows.”

She puckered up. “I am sure your wife weel forgive you just this once.”

“Caroline?” He shook his head. “Never. She's the devil's own temper. She quite terrifies me.”

“You shouldn't speak of her in such terms.”

“You're quite sympathetic for a spy.”

“I am unique,” she said with a shrug.

He sucked his lips in an attempt not to laugh. “Aren't you Spanish?”

She raised one arm in a salute. “Viva la Queen Isabella!”

“I see. Then why are you speaking with a French accent?”

Her face fell, and she said in a normal voice, “Was I really?”

“Yes, but it was an excellent French accent,” he lied.

“I've never met a Spaniard before.”

“And I've never met one who sounds quite like you.”

She swatted him on the shoulder. “Actually, I've never met a Frenchman, either.”

“No!”

“Don't tease. I am just trying to be entertaining.”

“And succeeding handily.” He took her hand and rubbed his thumb across her palm. “Caroline, I want you to know that you make me very happy.”

Her eyes grew suspiciously moist. “Why does this sound like a prelude to bad news?”

“We do have some serious matters to discuss.”

“This concerns tomorrow's mission to capture Oliver, doesn't it?”

He nodded. “I won't lie to you and say it won't be dangerous.”

“I know,” she said in a small voice.

“We had to change our plans somewhat when Prewitt discovered our marriage.”

“What do you mean?”

“Moreton—he's the head of the War Office—was going to send us a dozen men as backup. Now he can't.”

“Why?”

“We don't want Prewitt to grow suspicious. He'll be watching me. If twelve government officials descend upon Seacrest Manor he'll know that something is afoot.”

“Why can't they just be clandestine about it?” Her voice rose in volume. “Isn't that what you're supposed to do in the War Office? Sneak about under the cover of the night?”

“Don't worry, darling. We're still getting a couple of men to support us.”

“Four people are not enough! You have no idea how many men are working for Oliver.”

“According to his records,” he said patiently, “only four. We'll be evenly matched.”

“I don't want you to be evenly matched. You have to outnumber them.”

He reached out to stroke her hair, but she jerked away. “Caroline,” he said, “this is the way it has to be.”

“No,” she said defiantly. “It's not.”

Blake stared at her, a very bad feeling forming in his stomach. “What do you mean?”

“I'm going with you.”

He shot upright. “The devil you are!”

She scurried off the bed and planted her hands on her hips. “How are you going to do this without me? I can identify all of the men. I know the lay of the land. You don't.”

“You're not coming. And that is final.”

“Blake, you're not thinking clearly.”

He vaulted to his feet and loomed over her. “Don't you dare accuse me of not thinking clearly. Do you think I would willingly put you in danger? Even for a minute? For the love of God, woman, you could be killed.”

“So could you,” she said softly.

If he heard her, he gave no indication. “I won't go through that again,” he said. “If I have to tie you to the bedposts, I will, but you're not coming anywhere near the coast tomorrow night.”

“Blake, I refuse to wait here at Seacrest Manor, nibbling at my nails and wondering whether or not I still have a husband.”

He raked his hand through his hair in an impatient gesture. “I thought you hated this life—the danger, the intrigue. You told me you felt like throwing up the entire time we were breaking into Prewitt Manor. Why the hell would you want to come along now?”

“I do hate it!” she burst out. “I hate it so much it eats me up inside. Do you know what worry feels like? Real worry? The kind that burns a hole through your stomach and makes you want to scream?”

He closed his eyes for a moment and said softly, “I do now.”

“Then you'll understand why I can't sit here and do nothing. It doesn't matter that I hate it. It doesn't matter that I'm terrified. Don't you understand that?”

“Caroline, perhaps if you were trained by the War Office. If you knew how to shoot a gun, and—”

“I can shoot a gun. I shot Percy.”

“What I'm trying to tell you is that if you come along, I won't be able to concentrate on the mission. If I'm worrying about you, I'll be more likely to slip up and get myself killed.”

Caroline chewed on her lower lip. “You have a point,” she said slowly.

“Good,” he interrupted, his voice terse. “Then it's settled.”

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