Their eyes locked, and she forgot all about the room full of people around them.
He looked away first, taking in the mixed clientele of young bucks, sailors, and riffraff filling the room, before returning his assessing gaze to her, his look of disbelief growing sharper.
Before it could become full-blown anger, Charlotte hurried toward him and kept right on going, out the door, through the milling crowd, and toward the carts rumbling past in the street.
“What in blazes are you doing here, in a place like this?” He caught her elbow just before she reached the street and spun her back toward him.
She refused to be intimidated. “Following a lead. What are you doing here?”
He muttered something that sounded like a Latin curse, tucked her arm in his, and they began walking. “Likewise.”
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