Sir Lyle walked briskly, tightening his coat against the bitter wind. He had left Avebury’s rented accommodation far behind, and was nearing the Admiralty. He had a few favours to call in. He had been hesitant about pursuing this route but, if it was the only way to keep Catherine from further folly, it was necessary.
Catherine was in London. He wondered how Avebury had discovered her, how he had managed to get a glimpse of her in such a large and busy city. He grinned wryly. Well, he was her husband, after all. It would not be strange for him to keep a watch on her movements.
And yet it was clear he had assumed Sir Lyle knew more than he did.
Sir Lyle shook his head. There were secrets that would tear their marriage asunder. He would not be the one to reveal them. They would each have
