Page 30 of Lady Tempts a Rogue

What was it Mrs. Shepherd used to say?

Ah, yes.

Do not look on outward appearances, but at the heart—which, of course, was a paraphrased scripture as was Mrs. Shepherd’s habit.

In the case of both men, Trinity did not know either well enough to form an opinion. But an inkling? Yes, that she had already done, right or wrong.

“I heard you playing last night, Mr. Amzil,” Devin said. “The melody was lovely but unfamiliar to me.”

“Yes, sahib,” Mr. Amzil said in his lilting voice. “I am Moroccan. I play the music of my ancestors.”

“I should like to play together again.” Devin tipped his mouth into a genuine smile. “I am Devin Everingham, and this is Miss Trinity Ablethorne.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Mr. Amzil turned those black eyes on Trinity. “I play for the lady too.”

“I would be honored.” Though the day was not cold, a vulnerability Trinity had never experienced assailed her, and she wrapped her cloak tighter around her. She had not realized how much she depended on Mrs. Peagilly’s wealth of knowledge.

“We should go below,” Devin said. “The captain is waiting. I look forward to speaking with you further, Mr. Amzil. I could use a bit of instruction and advice about Morocco. I have a business enterprise here that may require an extended stay.”

“It would be my greatest pleasure.” Another smile encompassed the Moroccan’s face. “I am returning home after an eight-year absence. This is my last voyage. I have missed my homeland for too long.” He held his hands to his chest. “I am at your disposal now and after the ship docks.”

If only Trinity were as fortunate.

She did not even know the name of the interpreter Mrs. Peagilly was to have met in Casablanca.

Devin nodded, looking well pleased and perhaps a tinge relieved as well. “I would value a man of your knowledge and expertise aiding me. We can discuss the details later if you are interested in a position.”

“It is no accident that our paths crossed, sahib.” Mr. Amzil tucked his flute into a hidden pocket inside his long shirt. “I am amendable to the idea.”

“Excellent.” Devin touched her arm. “We should go.”

“All will be well, miss.” Mr. Amzil flashed a broad smile, his square teeth a bright contrast to his dark skin. He said it with such confidence and assurance she could almost believe him.

Without funds or friends, Trinity had a mere day, mayhap two, to figure out what she would do when they reached the Port of Casablanca.