event.”
“We kept it private.” He hadn’t flaunted Julienne as he might have other women. In fact, his desire to protect her was one reason Dare had realized he was serious about her. He hadn’t wanted her reputation to be tarnished by her associating with a man of his rakish notoriety.
How laughable his concern seemed now.
“You must have loved her a great deal to come the point of proposing.”
Oh, yes, Dare thought darkly. He’d been young and in love for the first time in his life, as starry-eyed as any infatuated adolescent. According to the poets, first love was always wild, intense, fervent, but that magical summer with Julienne had blazed like a flame. Each small moment was burned deep into his heart…the pleasure, the torment….
“I believed I loved her at the time,” Dare admitted tersely. “Certainly I would have wed her but for my grandfather’s interference.”
And if I hadn’t found her with her other lover
.
“The ‘old bastard’?”
“Yes.” His mouth curled as he glanced back at Lucian. “You’re aware my father was killed in a duel? Well, Grandfather always feared I would become a wastrel just like my father—follow the same path to destruction. And wedding a ‘scheming Frenchy’ would not only have lead to my ruin, it would have tainted our illustrious line. When the old bastard learned of my betrothal to Miss Laurent, he threatened to disinherit me. And the lady wanted greater wealth than I could give her without the Wolverton fortune.”
Lucian was silent for a moment as he digested that information. “And the experience was enough to make you shun the married state for good.”
“Quite.”
He had escaped countless marriage traps in the years since Julienne. But never again had he allowed any other woman to wield that kind of power over him. And he had always been coolly indifferent to any feelings of devotion he might have aroused in his lovers.
“I’ve noted your partiality for brunettes,” Lucian remarked. “Does Miss Laurent have any bearing on your preference?”
A ripple of shock went through Dare. He had never realized it before, but he did indeed tend to choose women who resembled Julienne.
“A rather astute observation, my friend,” he drawled, hiding his dismay beneath an amused smile.
“I trust you won’t be offended if I make another astute observation, then. I think you might be more than a little prejudiced against Miss Laurent because of your past history with her.”
“I won’t dispute you. But what the devil does it matter?”
“Because your feelings can’t be allowed to interfere with your mission. I want you to recruit her to work for us, Dare.”
He narrowed his eyes in surprise as he returned Lucian’s gaze. “You want Julienne Laurent to spy for the Foreign Office?”
“Why not? She has entrée into the French émigré community and could pass on any information about traitorous activity. And it’s possible she could help you prove whether or not Riddingham is Caliban.”
“I just told you I don’t trust her.”
“And I suggested that your judgment may be clouded. Are you certain you aren’t acting out of revenge for whatever wrongs she may have done you?”
He did indeed want revenge—Dare couldn’t deny it. But he wasn’t willing to acquit Julienne of complicity so easily.
“What if she actually is in league with Riddingham?” he asked. “And even if not, were I to request her help, she could warn him of our suspicions merely to spite me.”
“It would be a risk, yes. But I have complete faith in your legendary charm. You’ll be able to handle her. And with her own charms and skills as an actress, she can doubtless get closer to Riddingham than you will be able to. My advice is to find a way to test her loyalties without compromising your position. Devise a plan to determine if she is trustworthy.”
Dare’s jaw tightened. He would never be certain if Julienne was trustworthy, even when he had her
“We kept it private.” He hadn’t flaunted Julienne as he might have other women. In fact, his desire to protect her was one reason Dare had realized he was serious about her. He hadn’t wanted her reputation to be tarnished by her associating with a man of his rakish notoriety.
How laughable his concern seemed now.
“You must have loved her a great deal to come the point of proposing.”
Oh, yes, Dare thought darkly. He’d been young and in love for the first time in his life, as starry-eyed as any infatuated adolescent. According to the poets, first love was always wild, intense, fervent, but that magical summer with Julienne had blazed like a flame. Each small moment was burned deep into his heart…the pleasure, the torment….
“I believed I loved her at the time,” Dare admitted tersely. “Certainly I would have wed her but for my grandfather’s interference.”
And if I hadn’t found her with her other lover
.
“The ‘old bastard’?”
“Yes.” His mouth curled as he glanced back at Lucian. “You’re aware my father was killed in a duel? Well, Grandfather always feared I would become a wastrel just like my father—follow the same path to destruction. And wedding a ‘scheming Frenchy’ would not only have lead to my ruin, it would have tainted our illustrious line. When the old bastard learned of my betrothal to Miss Laurent, he threatened to disinherit me. And the lady wanted greater wealth than I could give her without the Wolverton fortune.”
Lucian was silent for a moment as he digested that information. “And the experience was enough to make you shun the married state for good.”
“Quite.”
He had escaped countless marriage traps in the years since Julienne. But never again had he allowed any other woman to wield that kind of power over him. And he had always been coolly indifferent to any feelings of devotion he might have aroused in his lovers.
“I’ve noted your partiality for brunettes,” Lucian remarked. “Does Miss Laurent have any bearing on your preference?”
A ripple of shock went through Dare. He had never realized it before, but he did indeed tend to choose women who resembled Julienne.
“A rather astute observation, my friend,” he drawled, hiding his dismay beneath an amused smile.
“I trust you won’t be offended if I make another astute observation, then. I think you might be more than a little prejudiced against Miss Laurent because of your past history with her.”
“I won’t dispute you. But what the devil does it matter?”
“Because your feelings can’t be allowed to interfere with your mission. I want you to recruit her to work for us, Dare.”
He narrowed his eyes in surprise as he returned Lucian’s gaze. “You want Julienne Laurent to spy for the Foreign Office?”
“Why not? She has entrée into the French émigré community and could pass on any information about traitorous activity. And it’s possible she could help you prove whether or not Riddingham is Caliban.”
“I just told you I don’t trust her.”
“And I suggested that your judgment may be clouded. Are you certain you aren’t acting out of revenge for whatever wrongs she may have done you?”
He did indeed want revenge—Dare couldn’t deny it. But he wasn’t willing to acquit Julienne of complicity so easily.
“What if she actually is in league with Riddingham?” he asked. “And even if not, were I to request her help, she could warn him of our suspicions merely to spite me.”
“It would be a risk, yes. But I have complete faith in your legendary charm. You’ll be able to handle her. And with her own charms and skills as an actress, she can doubtless get closer to Riddingham than you will be able to. My advice is to find a way to test her loyalties without compromising your position. Devise a plan to determine if she is trustworthy.”
Dare’s jaw tightened. He would never be certain if Julienne was trustworthy, even when he had her
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