Chapter 6

At first I thought Bart Freeman was the Fournaise woman’s lover, which was a disappointment. Usually I chose more polished lovers, but this man, with his rough edges, intrigued me.

I learned soon enough that he was more her right-hand man. And while he was discreet, I had no trouble determining he was queer, something I discovered when I tailed him while he tailed an MI6 agent named James Trevalyan, a green-eyed redhead.

Freeman had a weakness for redheads? For the first time I was pleased with my coloring—red hair, green eyes…My entire family were blue-eyed blonds, and I’d grown up feeling like the proverbial Christmas decoration.

Well, Freeman might want Trevalyan, but it was obvious Trevalyan, who was a baron’s son, was more interested in the ladies he squired around town.

Instead, Freeman was going to get me.

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It all fell neatly into place on the night Lady Creighton’s ball for Portia took place.