When A Lady Deceives (Her Majesty’s Most Secret Service) - Plot & Excerpts
Hours later, his words still played in her head, drowning out the alcohol-fueled boasts drifting from the Lancaster’s boisterous patrons. Devil take it, she’d let the man rattle her. She had better things to do than dwell on his innuendo-laden warnings. Balancing a tray of generously filled mugs on one upturned hand, she navigated the bustling crowd. A quartet of jovial gents offered enthusiastic thanks as they hoisted the steins to their mustachioed mouths. Smiling to herself, she gathered their empty glasses and hurried back to the bar. “Miss Danvers, a word please.” The polite request startled her so, she nearly tipped the tray to its side. Jack Trent. Again. Has the man gone utterly mad? He trailed her steps, so near she thought he might actually tread on her skirt. Pivoting to face him, she kept her voice low and guarded. “What are you doing here? Surely you realize—” “You need to get out of this place.
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