Chapter 17
As they’d agreed, Alistair called for Charlotte that evening in a hackney, picking her up at the same corner as before their attempt to break into Toussaint’s study.
Had that only been three nights ago?
Then, she’d been dressed in demure dark blue, her blond curls concealed by a bonnet. Tonight she wore a blood-red cloak over a matching scarlet gown cut low enough that her charms were in danger of spilling over the top. A curly black wig completed her disguise.
As she walked toward him into the swaying light of the coach’s lantern, it also became apparent she was not wearing stays. Rouge darkened her cheeks and eminently kissable lips.
His groin tightened. No one would recognize the proper Miss Parnell in this costume.
Charlotte, with her blond curls and fresh beauty, was
