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‘A part you play to perfection if I may say so.’
Indignation flared. ‘Yes, a part I play, and not at all what you think.’
Seeing the expression of amused scepticism that greeted these words, she squirmed inwardly. She was naked and in bed with a stranger in a brothel. Not what he thought? Dear heaven! He was only too justified in thinking it. Mortified now, she hurried on.
‘This was a necessary ruse. If there had been any other way I would have taken it.’
‘Of course.’ The tone was gently mocking like his smile.
Claudine gathered together the last shreds of her dignity. ‘I came here to meet Alain and to obtain the information he carried. The choice of venue was not mine. I would never have come here willingly any more than I would willingly have climbed into bed with you.’
She was unable to conceal the self-disgust she felt. However, Duval put a very different interpretation on her expression just then, and amusement ebbed. Despite his doubts she had indeed played her part well, but then the darkness hid all defects and she had been acting to save her life. The truth was that she found the thought of sexual congress with him to be abhorrent. The knowledge caused a sensation that was very like pain. He had thought himself past all this and it disturbed him to discover how far he was wrong. This woman had awoken something in him that he had believed dead. For a little while, in the forgiving darkness, he had thought she wanted him too. Now he felt angry with himself. His was no longer a face to attract the fair sex. That he had imagined such a woman might desire him was so pathetic it was laughable.
‘You need have no fear that I would force myself on you, chérie,’ he replied. ‘I prefer my women willing.’
The tone was perfectly even but she sensed the anger beneath. It served only to increase her shame. Mingled with it was an emotion that was disturbingly like regret.
Duval turned away and swung his legs over the side of the bed. When he had fastened his breeches he glanced over his shoulder.
‘Get dressed. We’re leaving as soon as the coast is clear.’
Claudine located her chemise and drew it on hurriedly. ‘I told you, I can take care of myself.’
She slid out of bed and reached for the pile of discarded clothing, supremely aware of the virile figure just feet away.
‘I gave my word to Alain and I mean to keep it,’ he replied.
‘You have already kept your word.’ She found her stays. ‘I am grateful, truly. But this is where we part company.’
‘We part company when I have delivered you safe on English soil. Now turn around.’
‘Why?’
‘So I can lace you up, why else?’ he growled. ‘Must you argue about everything?’
Claudine glared at him but, realising it would be impossible to manage alone, obeyed. ‘I do not argue about everything.’
His hands moved deftly to the task. ‘No?’
‘No. I was just telling you …’ She broke off with a startled gasp as the lacing was drawn tight.
‘I know full well what you were telling me and you can save your breath.’
‘I won’t have any breath at this rate.’
The laces slackened a little. ‘Better?’ Seeing her nod he fastened the stays and then stepped away to resume dressing. ‘I don’t intend to lose another English operative to Fouché’s men.’
She donned her petticoat and reached for her gown. ‘Why burden yourself with me since I cannot please you in any way?’
‘You pleasing me or not is irrelevant.’
She sighed. ‘Look, I know you mean well …’
‘I mean to get you back to England.’
‘You can’t; not without my co-operation.’
‘Your co-operation would be useful, but it isn’t essential.’
Claudine stared at him. ‘I’m not sure I care for the implications of that.’
‘You’re right; you wouldn’t care for them at all.’
The words were casually spoken but something in his expression gave her pause. She had no idea what he was capable of and somehow didn’t care to test the matter. He saw her uncertainty and nodded.
‘You’ll come with me, Claudine.’
Unsettled by that steady gaze she looked away and glanced round for her hairpins. They were strewn across the floor, scattered in the haste of undressing. She knelt and began to retrieve the nearest ones. Although fully dressed now he made no attempt to help. Claudine, quietly fuming, continued the search, only too aware of the booted feet in her line of vision and the powerful figure above whose gaze seemed to burn into her back. The symbolism of their current positions didn’t escape her. She was equally sure it hadn’t escaped him either. Gritting her teeth she concentrated on her task. Eventually, when she had located enough pins, she got to her feet and moved away to the small mirror above the washstand.
For a moment or two she was startled by the face reflected there; by the rosy flush along her skin and the new sparkle in her eyes. Her lips were redder too and slightly swollen now. She could still feel Duval’s mouth on hers, the touch of his hands on her naked flesh. Those five minutes in his arms had left her with an aching need, with feelings she could not afford and dared not pursue.
Confused now, and annoyed with herself as well, she turned her attention to the task in hand. However, without a brush or a comb the options were limited. Moreover, she could still feel the weight of Duval’s gaze, intimate and unsettling. Hurriedly she drew her hair back and twisting it into a knot on the crown of her head, secured it there. The mirror revealed errant wisps curling around her neck and face. It was far from perfect but it would have to do.
Duval held out her cloak. He settled it over her shoulders and fastened it with unhurried deliberation. The gesture was both practical and quietly assertive. It was also unnerving, like his closeness now and the warmth of his fingers brushing against her skin.
He surveyed his handiwork and stepped back, meeting her gaze. ‘Come.’
Chapter Three
Having ascertained that the coast was clear Duval led her downstairs and through the house to the back door. Madame Renaud was waiting here. Duval dropped a kiss on her cheek.
‘Thank you. You were magnificent.’
‘From what I could see, you weren’t so bad yourself.’ She raised an eyebrow.
He grinned. ‘I take that as a compliment.’
‘So you should.’ She glanced at Claudine and her eyes gleamed. ‘I knew I was right all along.’
‘Right about what?’ asked Duval.
‘She can tell you later. You must get out of here while you can.’
Claudine paused on the threshold. ‘Thank you for what you did today.’
‘All part of the service.’ Madame Renaud jerked her head towards the deserted street. ‘Now go.’
The night air felt like an icy slap and Claudine shivered, clutching the edges of the cloak tighter. As soon as she and her companion had crossed the threshold, the door closed leaving them alone. Hearing it, she let out a long breath, never more thankful to leave a place in her life. Now all that remained was to get rid of Duval and put her own plans into execution. She turned to face him.
‘I’m truly grateful for what you did in there, but this is where we part.’
For answer he resumed his grip on her arm. ‘You’ll do as you’re told, my girl. We’re not out of this yet, not by a long way.’
There was no way of knowing how far away the police were, and, without making the kind of scene that might attract unwelcome attention, Claudine had no choice now but to go along with Duval. They set off down the street, she almost running to keep pace with his longer strides. Neither one spoke. Once she tested his hold but it was like a vice. The physical contact was also a tangible reminder of what had passed. Every part of her being resonated to it and filled her with conflicting emotions. She pushed them away ruthlessly. What was past could not be altered. Just now she needed to focus all her attention on removing herself from the sphere of his unwelcome presence as soon as possible.
As they neared the end of the street she saw the waiting carriage. There was no way she was going any further.
‘Please, you must listen to me …’
He might have been stone deaf. She was bundled unceremoniously into the waiting vehicle and pushed on to a seat. She heard him speak to the driver before climbing in and taking the place opposite hers. The carriage moved away. Claudine glared at her companion.
‘How dare you do this?’
‘You appear incapable of rational thought,’ he replied, ‘so I’m doing the thinking for both of us.’
‘I don’t need you or anyone else to think for me. I told you I had my own plans.’
‘Well, now you’re going to follow mine instead.’
The cool arrogance of this assertion was breathtaking. It was on the tip of her tongue to deliver a blistering reply but she bit it back. The words would roll off him like water from a duck’s feathers. Instead she met his gaze.
‘Where are we going?’
‘St Malo,’ he replied.
‘St Malo! But that’s days away.’
As if he hadn’t heard the interjection he continued, ‘From there I will arrange a passage to Jersey and thence to England.’
She knew that the Channel Islands were a favoured route into France for the British intelligence services. Even so, the thought of being shut up for the best part of a week with this man was beyond bearing.
‘I’ll be safe enough once we are out of Paris. I can …’
‘You’re coming with me. Get used to the idea.’
The tone was implacable, forbidding. Further argument would be fruitless since he was clearly impervious to reason, so Claudine lapsed into fuming silence, directing her attention to the window instead, watching the blur of streets and buildings as they sped past.
‘Don’t try giving me slip either,’ he continued. ‘I would find you very quickly and you wouldn’t enjoy the consequences.’
She lifted her chin. ‘No, but I’m sure you would. However, I have to tell you that you’re doomed to disappointment there.’
‘It’s reassuring to know you have that much sense anyway.’
‘I’m glad to have set your mind at rest.’
He surveyed her curiously. ‘By the way, what did Madame Renaud mean when she said she was right?’
A wave of warmth flushed her neck and cheeks. ‘I … it was nothing. A private joke.’
‘Yet she said you would tell me.’
‘Well, I’m not going to.’
Her gaze returned to the window and she missed the smile that flickered across his face.
A short time later the carriage began to slow. Glancing out of the window again Claudine’s horrified gaze took in the flaring links and armed uniformed figures by the barrier at the city gate. Her stomach lurched. In the excitement of recent events she had temporarily forgotten about the routine security inspections governing travellers. Appalled, she looked at Duval.
‘I have no documents. They are back in my apartment.’
‘I have the necessary paperwork,’ he replied. ‘All you have to do is stay calm and keep your mouth shut. No doubt it will be a novelty for you.’
Claudine stared at him in impotent and dumbfounded silence. The carriage stopped and she saw him lower the window and hand the requisite documentation to the waiting official. The latter perused the sheet and glanced up. Claudine’s heart thumped. Then he turned back to Duval.
‘Your wife?’
‘That’s correct.’
‘This is all in order, monsieur. You may pass.’
He handed the papers back and Duval returned them to the inner pocket of his coat. The officer touched his hat to Claudine and then called to his colleague. A moment later the barrier was raised and the carriage moved forward again. As it did so she let out the breath she had unconsciously been holding.
‘I don’t understand. How did you …’
Duval leaned back surveying her steadily. ‘I called in a favour. Do you think I’d have attempted to conduct a rescue without some kind of forward planning?’
‘No, I don’t suppose you would.’ She hesitated. ‘Those papers describe me as your wife?’
‘It was the most credible scenario I could think of, and the least likely to be challenged.’
‘Yes, I can see that.’ It was a detail that had other implications too, implications that caused a strange sensation in her stomach. She tried to see his expression but the dimly-lit interior made that difficult.
‘I’m glad.’ He paused. ‘By the way, what were those contingency plans you mentioned earlier?’
Her face burned. As if her stupid oversight wasn’t bad enough, it had just vindicated all his actions. How much he must be enjoying that.
‘It hardly matters now, does it?’
‘I’m just curious.’
‘You’re just gloating.’
She sensed rather saw him grin, and looked quickly away. The man was insufferable which made it doubly hard to be beholden to him. It would be pointless now to say that she’d never slipped up before today. One mistake was all it took and they both knew it. Her papers were in another reticule; she’d forgotten to transfer them before she left that evening and, after what had occurred, there would have been no possibility of going back for them. It was an elementary error but a potentially fatal one, and she could have kicked herself. No doubt it only served to reinforce his opinion that a woman alone couldn’t cope.
Realising she wasn’t going to be drawn further, he let it go. ‘It will be a while before we stop so you should try and get some sleep, my dear. I mean to do the same.’
Claudine watched him settle back in his seat and then summoned her self-possession. ‘Duval?’
‘Well?’
