He couldn’t have heard Lily right. “You’re what?” “The head of the American spy ring your father thinks he’s routed out.” He laughed, though to his ears the notes sounded slightly unbalanced. “Lily, this isn’t a time for jests.” “I’m not jesting.” Something in the weary droop of her shoulders told him she’d just let go of a horrendous burden—the secret she’d been hiding from him since she’d arrived at Byrnewood. “I was recruited by Vice President Jefferson to represent American interests while I was here in England. There’s more, but I’d prefer not to discuss it.” Numbly, he nodded in agreement. The treason of her words stunned him, but she was right not to say more. The less he knew, the safer it was for both of them. When Celeste had told him not to believe Lily, he thought she’d meant Lily’s promise not to rescue Adam, but not her denial of knowing about Adam’s involvement.
