she thought she made him a little nervous. Perhaps, after all these years, he had begun to realize he had married a she-wolf who could turn on him and rip his throat out.
She rather enjoyed having him afraid of her, but it wouldnât doâmoreâs the shame. For if he betrayed his wariness of her, people might start wondering if they really knew her. They would look deeper, and that would be unfortunate. After all, she knew everyone in English society, and they thought they knew her.
No, if she came under suspicion, there would be trouble. In her business, trouble was followed by more trouble, and usually death provided by a bullet between the eyes. Sheâd ordered that solution often enough herself. So she would have to be nicer to Rupert and stop treasuring thoughts of killing him. A widow didnât get invited to parties. A widow was expected to mourn, and if Valda couldnât go to parties, she couldnât collect the information these nicely dressed sheep provided so freely.
âLady Featherstonebaugh.â
She jumped at the sound of young Throckmortonâs voice. She hadnât heard him walk up behind her. She was getting a little deafâalso a liability in her business.
He stepped before her and bowed.
Some women thought him handsome. Valda didnât see it. He was too tall, too broad, too serious, and his stern gaze could poke holes in a womanâs composure if she wasnât careful. âGarrick, lad, itâs good to see you. Got any of that important business information about where I should invest my spare coinage?â May I sit in your office, and send you off to get me a drink while I rummage through your desk drawers?
âNot tonight.â He held out his hand, and that gardenerâs daughter heâd been dunce enough to marry stepped up and took it. âCeleste and I wanted to thank you for gracing our first party with your presence.â
Valda smiled at them in benign, if false, delight. âMy dears, we wouldnât miss your little celebration.â With hidden maliciousness, she added, âWhy, Rupert and I practically united you two lovebirds!â
That girl, that slut, that Celeste, didnât even have the grace to blush at the reminder of the disgraceful scene in the conservatory. She just opened her hazel eyes wide and said, âI feel that way too.â Taking Valdaâs arm, she squeezed it in a comradely manner.
Valda wanted to pull her arm away and snap out an insult. But that didnât fit her role of benevolent family friend, and if ever a family had been rich in international information, it was the Throckmortons. They had made spying a tradition, and she hoped to extract another nugget from young Throckmorton this very night.
He thwarted her with another bow. âIf you donât mind, my lady, Iâll leave Celeste in your care. Iâve had a messenger arrive with news of great importance for my, er, my import business, and I must speak with him at once.â
Valda wanted to shake off Celeste like a flea. Instead she brandished an admonishing finger at young Throckmorton. âWhatâs up, dear boy? If this is an investment opportunity, you should tell your dear friends Lord and Lady Featherstonebaugh.â
âNot exactly an investment opportunity.â He tugged at his collar. âRather, weâve suffered great losses from the deprecations of, er, rats, and I have been told weâve discovered who the main breeding rats are. If youâll excuse me.â
Valda stared after him as he strode toward his office. A rat? Was that code? Was he talking aboutthem? About her? Surely not. She wasnât a small, furry, disgusting rodent. She was a wolfâand a wolf who had better discover, and immediately, what was happening in that office.
She turned to Celeste, who was still smiling that inane smile. âI know you donât want to care for a silly old woman when you could be
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