Torontoâs reputation to its Victorian morality. They even drank to âToronto the Good.â
A patron twice as large as Jem and with sour breath approached her. âGot a light?â
She exhaled and kept her mouth clenched shut, hoping Merinda would step in. But her friend was preoccupied watching Forbes and company in the corner. The stench of liquor was so tangible on the man she could taste it before it dissolved in salty bile at the back of her throat. She shook her head.
âYouâre not one for speaking,â the man persisted.
Jem lowered her voice: âI-Iâm waiting for someone.â
The man positioned himself onto a barstool, but even so he was several inches taller than Jem, who remained standing. He squinted at her, then reached over and abruptly plucked the cap from her head. âYouâre a woman!â
Several onlookers gave Jem their sudden attention. Even Merinda whipped her head over her shoulder, concern flashing in her eyes. She gripped the walking stick at her side.
âIâm c-coming from a society meeting,â Jem explained lamely.
Beefy knuckles gripped the plait of hair down Jemâs back and pulled her close, and she gave a little shriek. âForbes will know what to do with you.â
Jem thought fast and hard. She looked to Merinda, who still hadnât been found out. Merinda mouthed one word to Jem: Run.
Jem spied the open door and swooped her cap from the counter. She yanked herself free from the large man and made quickly for the exit, spry and much faster than her pursuer with his lumbering stride. She ran and ran, hearing him cursing behind her. Rounding Center Street, she lost him.
She stood breathing hard in the shadows, hoping Merinda would follow soon.
Unattended dogs yelped on the soggy cement. The streets were mostly deserted at this time of night, but through windows she could hear babies screeching while nearly all the languages of the worldchimed discordantly. Jem pulled her cap back on and tucked her hair deep into its folds, keeping her eyes down and remembering to walk with her legs and not her hips. She kept her gaze downward, focusing on the first sprinkling of snow on the street.
So, when she collided with someone so hard she had the wind knocked out of her, she could do little but gasp, waiting for her breathing to return to normal.
Muffled laughter met her ears.
âWhatâs so funny?â she demanded.
âPerfect! I was hoping to run into you, and I did. Literally.â
Jemâs words fled. That voice! The one laced with chocolate and moonlight. She turned her gaze onto the dark hair and eyes she had sketched a thousand times in her head.
Ray DeLuca.
âJemima Watts,â he said, helping her up. âPosing as a man again, I see.â
She brushed herself off and took her first full breath since the collision. âAre you here reporting something, Mr. DeLuca?â
âI might be reporting you. Whoâs to say I havenât followed the girl in trousers halfway around the city?â
âReporting me? Iââ
âCalm down.â He led her to the side of the street. A group of revelers passed, moving in the direction of the Lion tavern, from which sheâd just run.
Jem lowered her voice. âI havenât done anything wrong.â
âOf course you havenât.â Ray looked her over. âThis is the second time Iâve found you wandering around at night wearing menâs clothing. Silly girl.â Ray shook his head.
âI am not silly.â
He raised his eyebrow. âReally?â
âI am here on important business.â The look he gave her stirred her wrath. âIn fact, I am here on behalf of a client.â
âA client?â His eyes flashed. âWho?â
âThat information is confidential, Mr. DeLuca.â
âThis,â he said, indicating her getup, âis very amusing but very dangerous. Whereâs the other
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