“Must you always do that?” She asked when he had finished his inspection.
She gave an exasperated sigh. “Now will you tell me what’s going on?”
“I’m leaving in less than an hour on a special assignment.” His feeble attempt at a smile failed miserably. “De la Rivera can’t expect you to seduce me if I’m not here to seduce.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m not allowed to say.”
“Is it the invasion?”
“No more questions. Okay?”
“Will it be soon?”
“That’s a question.”
“When will you be back?”
Ian set his mouth in a tight line and shook his head. The clock chimed the half-hour, and he stared at it for a moment before turning back to her. Worry lines creased his forehead.
“You’ll be getting a telegram from me,” he said with a smirk. “Except it won’t be from me. You’re to show it to de la Rivera. Will you do that?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I want you to promise me something else.”
“I won’t be able to return once . . . when you hear the news, leave London.” His eyes darkened. “If de la Rivera suspects you’ve been lying to him, God only knows what he might do.”
Fear slid its cold tendrils through her body. “Where should I go?”
“Trish is in town.” He pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. “Here’s the address. Find her.”
“Your sister doesn’t like me.”
“Tell her everything. She’ll take you to our estate in Somerset.”
“I can’t impose on your family.”
“Marie, please do this.” His jaw clenched. “I can’t concentrate on my job if I’m worrying about you.”
“There has to be another option.”
“There isn’t. When the time comes, I’ll get a message to Trish. Promise me you’ll go to her.”
“I promise.” Marie swallowed.
“Good girl.” His lips lightly brushed her forehead. “I need to go.”
“You’ll be back for opening night, won’t you? It’s only a week away. June 2nd. If you’re not here . . .”
“You’ll have to celebrate the premiere with Hector?” He shook his head, avoiding her gaze. “I’ll do my best.”
“There’ll be a ticket waiting for you at the box office.”
He pulled her into a bear hug. “If I didn’t still love my wife.”
“I know,” she murmured into his uniform. “I’ll miss you.”
He cradled her face as if memorizing her features, then quickly left. She ran to the window and breathed a prayer for his safety as he drove away.
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