Page 75 of The Bachelor Spy
Grace had slept better than she had in two weeks!
Even if some of the problems had yet to be solved, her busy mind had finally found some rest.
She’d been right about Blake. And Miss Gale … um … Evie—was that what Blake had called her?
They were spies, and it appeared they were both working for the right side, if those half sentences and weepy looks (from Helen … er … Evie) meant anything.
Grace sighed in relief. If therewassome horrible traitor in the house, at least Blake wasn’t it.
Or that’s how everything seemed based on her little discovery last night.
Of course, she hadn’tmeantto discover them.
When she’d gotten up from falling asleep beside Zahra in her bed after reading a book together—and the uncomfortable way she’d been sleeping caused one of her arms to go numb—she’d crawled out of Zahra’s bed to return to her own room.
She’d just stepped back into the hallway when she’d seen Blake leaving his room, moving like a cat—a much more calculated cat than Shams with her frantic theatrics—down the corridor.
And of course she’d followed him.
What else was a curious detective to do?
She’d gotten ten times more than she’d expected. Not only did she learn some of Evie’s disastrous backstory, but she overheard their delightful banter—which reflected the depth of their relationship—and then witnessed their combat.
Oh, how fascinating!
All graceful and powerful at the same time. Better than anything she’d read in a book!
At one point, when Evie had landed a direct hit to Blake’s stomach, Grace had almost rushed forward—scissors in hand—to the rescue, but Blake had made short work of taking control of the confrontation.
It was breathtaking and heartbreaking at the same time.
Blake had been on theLusitania.Evie had shot him and then killed her brother after learning of his treachery!
It had all been outstanding! Exhilarating. Well, of course not the part with Evie’s brother. Or the tragedy of theLusitania.
But the fighting bits? The great unfolding?
The justification of her growing detective skills?
Yes.
And it had proven two things: First, Grace’s assertions about Blake being a spy hadn’t been ridiculous in the slightest. And second, Blake and Evie desperately needed to have a long conversation. Preferably without weapons involved.
So she’d locked them in a closet.
It had seemed the sensible thing to do at the time.
And considering the rather lengthy silence that had followed after she’d locked the door—interrupted only by what sounded suspiciously like kissing—Grace felt quite pleased with her interference.
She’d gone back to bed with a smile on her face, feeling rather heroic regarding not only her sleuthing skills but also her matchmaking efforts.
Although in the light of morning, as she sat before her dressing table awaiting Ellie to arrive to help fix her hair, she couldn’t help but feel a little unease.
How were two spies supposed to have a happily-ever-after? She’d never considered it.
Would they have to move away somewhere and change their names? Would they be forced to wear disguises for the rest of their lives?
How did it work?
