“Yes, Ms. Surefoot, I’m madly in love.” Was he kidding? It was like he’d just told her he preferred marmalade on his toast.
Maddie offered him a tight smile then turned toward her mother. “Mother, I’m afraid I’m not here for a social call. There has been some trouble I need to talk to you about.” She indicated Lord Blacktoe with a slight nod. “In private.”
“Oh, poo, poo, dahlin’, Alfie is MI6. Retired, o’ course. He’s cleared to the highest level. Something’ he calls the Official Secrets Act says if he tells anyone the Brits have to kill him. I’m shore he won’t tell anyone. “ Her mother batted her eyes at Lord Blacktoe. “Isn’t that right, Alfie?”
The man’s expression remained stoic he nodded his head ever so slightly, after his eyes had flitted between them. Did his expression ever cha
