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required—it would appear I am rather good at subterfuge. But this time it is different.’
    ‘How?’ she demanded.
    ‘Because you will be with me.’
    She stared at him incredulously. ‘You want me to become a spy? That is rather far-fetched, even for you. It’s quite ridiculous.’ She laughed, although she did not feel amused. ‘I am an actress—just that. Nothing more and nothing less.’
    He gave a low, sardonic chuckle. ‘I’m not asking you to become a spy. It’s true, you are an actress, which is one of the reasons why I have chosen you to help me. You also have other qualities that recommend you. Not only are you beautiful, Lucy Lane, but wise, too, and witty and clever. You have too many talents for a mere actress. I would like you to know that what happened between us before has no bearing on my decision to ask you to assist me in this. It was a purely practical decision. It is my opinion that you are ideally suited for the mission I have been set.’
    For a span of several heartbeats she said nothing, then, ‘I will not agree to do whatever it is you require of me. I refuse to do it. I will not. Let me remind you that I have no talent for the—the profession you propose, that it is altogether strange to me. You are asking me to give up the theatre—for if I agree to this mad scheme that is what it will amount to and I cannot afford to let that happen. I have a safe and comfortable profession, one that I happen to like. I will not give it up for something so uncertain. What is it you would have me do? What is so important about this mission?’
    Her angry reaction to his request came as no surprise. ‘At present I cannot tell you the whole of it for I have not been fully informed. All I know is that an English woman and her child have been captured by a band of ruthless deserters—soldiers from both sides—and they are being held for ransom in the mountains.’
    ‘I am sorry. Are they terribly important, this woman and her child?’ she asked, horrified by the woman’s predicament.
    ‘To her family, yes, she is. You will be working with me. I can’t pretend that it won’t be a great undertaking for you. Where we are going is exceedingly dangerous. Going through the lines is perilous in the extreme. You will be put at risk.’
    Lucy’s eyes opened wide. ‘And you would expose me to such danger?’
    ‘With reluctance, believe me, but it is necessary.’
    ‘But—why me?’ she asked, slightly bewildered. ‘Surely the risks would be lessened were you to take someone who is accustomed to Portugal—to the mountains—a soldier, perhaps.’
    ‘If I could be certain the captives have come to no harm then, yes, it would. Unfortunately the woman was wounded when she was taken hostage. If she has not died of her wound then she will be considerably weakened by her captivity. The journey out of the mountains will not be easy. I need a woman to take care of her—and her child.’
    ‘But—how can you ask this of me?’
    ‘You are the only one I can ask, the only one I can trust. I ask you to trust me, Lucy.’
    ‘Trust you?’ She shook her head in disbelief. ‘I think not. Either I am mad, sir, or you are.’
    The savagery in her tone startled him. ‘We don’t have much time. I ask you to think about it.’
    ‘I have. We haven’t seen each other for four years. Much has changed.
We
have changed. My answer is no. Now I would like you to go. We have nothing else to say to each other.’
    He cocked a brow nonchalantly. ‘No? Tell me, what have you been doing for the past four years? When I left for Spain I heard you had left London with a travelling theatre company.’
    ‘I did—not that it is any of your business. For three years I worked in the provinces, gradually building my reputation before returning to London. I was lucky. I got the breaks I needed.’
    ‘I am sure talent had something to do with it—having observed you on several occasions on stage.’
    Taken off her guard by