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Her Dearest Sin. Gayle Wilson
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Автор произведения Gayle Wilson
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Wetherly shook it off impatiently, beginning to unfasten the flap on his evening britches. At the signal Malford bent, pulling the chamber pot from beneath the bed. He arranged it at the proper position, and they both waited, their silence almost respectful, as Harry relieved himself.
“A message for the man with the scarred face,” the servant said, when it seemed that objective had at last been achieved.
The viscount’s hands hesitated in the act of straightening his clothing. His eyes fastened on his valet’s face with the first glimmer of understanding.
“Are you telling me there’s a peddler downstairs with a message for…Sin.”
He had breathed the name separately, as if it had not been part of the original question. Any message intended for the man with the scarred face, Harry reasoned, would have to be for Sebastian. And a message delivered this particular morning—
“Where is he?” Harry demanded, his voice for the first time holding the authoritative tone one might expect from an officer and a gentleman.
“Still abed, my lord,” Malford said, sounding puzzled.
“Not Captain Sinclair, you idiot. The fishmonger. Where’s the bloody fishmonger?”
“In the kitchen, my lord. I’ve asked him to wait.”
“Good man,” Harry said, clapping him on the back and pushing him toward the door. “Now go back down and bring him up. And, Malford…”
“Yes, my lord?”
“Make sure that no one, especially not Captain Sinclair, sees him.”
“Very good, my lord.”
Harry sat down on the bed again, putting his head back in his hands. After a moment he spread his fingers and pushed his hair away from his eyes.
Given the mood Sin had been in after the reception last night, there was no telling how he might react to a message from the woman he’d seen there. And no telling what message she might have sent, Wetherly decided.
It would be better for all concerned if he intercepted this communication. Then, after he had the gist of it, he would be able to judge if it were one he should pass on to Sinclair. Or, and he strongly suspected this might be the case, one that should never be allowed to reach his friend.
After all, Sin wasn’t thinking straight about all this. His penchant for letting his emotions embroil him in situations his intellect had a hard time extracting him from was well-known to the viscount.
Far better, Harry decided with a nod, if he handled this himself. After all, he wasn’t emotionally involved with the chit. And knowing Sin, he had a good notion that more had gone on in that dark garden than his friend, as a gentleman, had revealed. If the girl were already seeking another meeting—
Far better left to me, he reiterated mentally. As a friend, his job was to make sure Sinclair’s recklessness didn’t get him into trouble with the Beau. Not while they were in Madrid, at any rate. Some day, when all this seeking revenge business had been forgotten, he would tell Sin what he’d done and receive his grateful thanks for keeping him out of a situation that was fraught with danger for his career.
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