Chapter 7
KAT PULLED HER hood closer to her face two days later. She could not afford to be seen in a place such as this pub on the very edge of the Rookeries. Despite the fact that it was mid-afternoon, the place still had too many unsavory men and questionable women for Kat’s comfort.
Jack slid into the seat opposite her. “Not bad, Miss Havelock, I almost didn’t recognize ye.”
“You can stop with the dissembling immediately,” she chided in a good-natured way. “You knew it was me because I’m the only one here hiding my identity.”
Jack burst out laughing. It was a big, bold laugh of someone caught off guard by the humor. “I do beg yer pardon. Yer right. Ye are the only one huddled in a cloak. But it is true that no one knows who the hooded figure is.”
“And I hope it stays that way. I d
