Page 15 of A Dangerous Pursuit (Regency Spies & Secrets 1)

“That he did.”

“Just so you are aware, he is still just as despicable as he was when you last saw him,” Oliver shared.

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Baldwin stared up at the white embellishment on the ceiling as the candles on the tables cast shadows around the outskirts of the room. “Being home feels so odd,” he admitted.

“In what way?”

“For starters, I lived in single rooms above coaching inns for nearly three years,” Baldwin shared. “I learned how to preserve candles for as long as possible.”

“That must be a rather difficult thing for you to overcome,” Oliver said with amusement in his tone. “A rich marquess who had to learn to be frugal.”

Baldwin grew reflective. “Despite the hardships, I am not ready to give up being an agent of the Crown.”

“What did Corbyn say to that?”

“He is going to let me work this last case,” Baldwin shared, “but then I am to retire.”

Oliver made a clucking noise with his tongue. “You were recruited right out of Oxford to be an agent.”

“As were you.”

“But, unlike you, I haven’t been working as an agent for nearly ten years,” Oliver pointed out. “You are thirty years old and have managed to survive being an Englishman living in France during a time of war.”

“That is true.”

“Furthermore, you are a marquess and require an heir,” Oliver said. “How are you going to accomplish that feat if you are traipsing all over England and Europe?”

“It matters not, especially since you are my heir.”

Oliver shook his head. “I don’t want to be your heir. I have no intentions of ever marrying.”

“Why is that?”

A haunted look came into Oliver’s eyes. “A lot has changed since you left.”

Before Baldwin could ask his brother what he meant by that, the door to the drawing room opened and his mother stepped into the room.

“The water for your bath is being prepared as we speak,” his mother announced in a cheerful tone. “Would you care to retire to your bedchamber?”

Baldwin rose from the settee. “That sounds delightful.”

“I also took it upon myself to inform Pratt that you were home, and he will notify the staff,” his mother shared.

Baldwin came to a stop at the door and gestured his mother through first. As they stepped into the entry hall, Pratt approached them and bowed. “It is good to see you, milord.”

Baldwin acknowledged the fastidious butler with a tip of his head. “Likewise, Pratt.”

“I have sent Stevens up to act as your valet,” Pratt said. “Do you require anything else?”

“Yes. A man will be coming by the servants’ entrance in the coming days to inquire about work, and I want you to hire him.”

“Does he have any qualifications?”

“He didn’t say, and I didn’t ask,” Baldwin replied frankly. “Furthermore, I want you to reimburse him for his travel expenses.”

Pratt lifted his brow, but wisely did not say anything on the matter. “Yes, milord. I will see to it.”

“See that you do, and report back to me when the man has been situated.”

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