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Emma had grown up terrified of becoming like her. She’d told him all about that one night in Paris after they’d had too much wine at dinner. It was likely she didn’t even remember the conversation, as she’d never mentioned it again.
    It terrified Emma to think she’d have to rely on a man to take care of her. But that’s not what Remy was proposing. Yes, that’s what he proposed in Paris. He hadn’t been thinking of love, merely a solution to her seducing the Comte. But now Remy fully realized he wanted her as his wife, his partner. Certainly, he’d be able to explain that to her. They were good together; she wouldn’t be able to deny that.
    “I couldn’t follow him outside of the townhome as I was tending to the children. That task was left up to Franklin, I would imagine. We should pay him a visit.” Emma looked up, and he caught her brown gaze. For a moment, she looked at him, and he thought he’d be able to convince her of anything, then she turned away and the connection was broken once again.
    “Emma, you know I will not let you go again,” Remy said.
    “What I know is that you are not in charge of me.” Her eyes flickered to his again, and she settled back on the bench and looked out the small window.
    He nearly laughed at the very idea. “In charge of you? No, I would never make such a ridiculous assumption.”
    She nodded sternly. “Well, then—”
    “Which is not to say that I will let you go.”
    “But—”
    “Do not forget I can be persuasive.”
    She stiffened. “Do not forget that I know you well enough not to be fooled by such nonsense.”
    “Is it nonsense me wanting to be with the most intelligent, delightful woman I have ever known? Precisely what is nonsensical about that?”
    Her brown eyes met his, and he remembered what she’d looked like the night before as she’d climaxed beneath him. How her lips had parted, and her eyes had fallen shut.
    She released a bark of laughter, effectively shattering his fantasy. “Honestly, Remy, you truly are the perfect spy. Your ability to lie effortlessly is what makes you so good. But know this, if you want to persuade me, you’re going to have to do better than lie to me.”
    He resisted the urge to smile. She was so fierce, so focused; it was one of the things he admired about her, one of the things that drew him to her. He had time to convince her. In the meantime, he at least could keep her close by because of the investigation. For the moment, she still was his mistress.
    “We should go and speak with Franklin,” Remy said.
    Emma rolled her eyes. “I believe I suggested that already. And I’m glad to see you’ve decided to focus on the investigation.”
    “I do so love to please you, sweetheart.”
    “Stop calling me that.”
    “You’re my mistress. I must keep up appearances.” He gave her a wink and a grin.
    “Incorrigible cad,” she muttered.
    And this time he couldn’t suppress his smile or laughter. He let the matter drop for now. Yes, she had summed up some of his skills as a spy, though he hadn’t been lying. She’d also forgotten his most valuable skill: his patience.
    After a quick stop at his house for them to change clothes, they left again for Franklin’s. He lived in a rented flat in the Piccadilly area above a barbershop. Remy had only met Franklin a handful of times as he wasn’t a full member of the Seven, instead, he was only used for secondary assignments, and he’d proven himself reliable enough. Recognition lit the man’s eyes as he opened the door and found Remy and Emma standing outside his door.
    He said nothing, simply nodded and stepped aside to give them access.
    They followed him up a short staircase and entered a room that obviously served as his parlor, if you could consider it such a thing. Evidently, the Seven didn’t pay him very well for his work. He sat in one of the chairs and motioned to the other two.
    “I assume you’re here about Comfry. Up and got himself shot, I