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raised his suspicions, he smiled when he heard her gulp loudly. ‘You wouldn’t be trying to get rid of me by any chance, Lorne, would you?’
    She pulled the robe tight, grabbed him by the arm, and half-tugged, half-pushed him towards the door. ‘Some guys just can’t take a hint, I guess you’re one of them, huh, Tony. Now, let me get dressed, will you? In peace.’
    ‘All right, all right. No more than half an hour though, Lorne, we’ll be on a tight schedule today. How silly of me, I’m sure the, Capitaine has told you that himself already. Isn’t that right, Capitaine?’ he called over his shoulder.
    She jettisoned him out of the room into the hallway and snapped, ‘Tony, I haven’t got the faintest idea what you’re going on about.’
    ‘Oh is that right? Well, last night after our meal the Capitaine was last seen heading in this direction, and judging by the state of your bed this morning, I’d say he stayed around a little longer than either of you had anticipated.’ He had pushed her too far and suffered the consequences when she slapped his face. The action shocked the pair of them, but Tony recovered first, ‘Obviously, my assumption is correct.’
    Without admitting, or denying, anything, Lorne looked ashamed and was full of remorse when she stepped back into the room and closed the door behind her.
    A fully clothed Michel came out of the bathroom a few minutes later to find her still pressed up against the door with her eyes firmly shut. ‘Lorne?’ He kissed her on the lips.
    ‘Hmmm…’
    He took her in his arms, and she crumpled against his chest as if they’d been lovers for a while rather than just for one night. ‘Are you upset?’
    Lorne pushed herself away from him and gazed into his concerned eyes. ‘Not really, let’s just say I’m a little confused right now.’
    ‘Oh! With us?’
    ‘Honestly?’
    ‘It is the best way.’
    She laughed, in spite of her topsy-turvy feelings. ‘I don’t know what to think, Michel. About us, about why I’m here, about the direction my life is heading in.’
    ‘I understand. I should have been more responsible. I am sorry about what happened last night. Please believe me, it was not my intention to come here to seduce you. It was also not my intention to complicate this case unnecessarily. Do you believe me, Lorne?’
    Fresh doubts clawed at her; did that mean he regretted the time they’d spent together? The night of passion neither of them had expected. She nodded, not really knowing what to say.
    ‘Then I must go, let you get dressed. I will see you at breakfast.’ This time he didn’t finish his sentence with a kiss, though a kiss would have suppressed her fears, given the reassurance her heart was crying out to hear.
     

 
    Chapter Fourteen
     
     
    When she walked into the dining-room, Lorne found the others deep in conversation, and with butterflies taking flight in her stomach she sat down in the chair opposite to Michel.
    On the table, spread out in front of Michel, were the plans for their intended raid of Baldwin’s chateau. He looked up and nodded at her, the smile she’d expected didn’t reach his lips, or his eyes. W hat was that? Is that it? You spend the night with me, and all I get as a greeting is a curt nod. Maybe if the Lieutenant and Tony hadn’t been here his acknowledgement would have been different.
    ‘Our teams will be at every exit.’ Michel informed them with authority.
    ‘How many men?’ Tony asked.
    ‘Enough.’ Michel replied abruptly.
    Lorne sensed an atmosphere around the breakfast table that hadn’t been there the previous evening at dinner. She couldn’t help thinking that what had happened, and what Tony suspected had happened between the Capitaine and herself was to blame. Both men were looking at the plan, talking to each other without either using eye contact or each other’s names.
    ‘The gendarmerie and the national police will be on the scene as the chateau is located on the border,’