Late August 1940
Late August 1940Late August 1940“I hate this,” Hetty murmured as she stared at the hundreds of troops filling the station. She’d been here too often of late to say goodbye.
“I know, my darling.” Charles pulled her into his arms and held her in a way that left her floating in safety and comfort. He was the only person who had ever been entirely hers, and she didn’t want to let him go. She rubbed her cheek against his uniform.
only“Are you certain you want to do this?” she asked. “Churchill offered you a place in the Foreign Office overseas. Intelligence work would be far safer.”
Charles lifted her chin, his rueful smile twisting her heart until it ached unbearably.
“Since when have I been the man who takes the easy road? I am qualified for this, and they need men like
