The horse neighed frantically, and Saint dropped her head in her hands and tried to remember why she was putting up with this. She’d stay as long as necessary to secure Ducos. Oh, who was she fooling? Of course she wouldn’t leave. How much longer? She was definitely leaving as soon as the horse… was stabled. The horse’s neighs grew louder, and Saint covered her ears. Ducos had better turn up soon-before someone decided to play Hide and Seek and discovered the wardrobe held more than clothes. It had led her to this wardrobe, where she’d been treated to The Sassy Upstairs Maid, The Very Bad Boy, and now Horse and Rider. And Saint always listened to her intuition. It was a feeling-her intuition speaking to her.

Something told her Bonaparte’s advisor would visit his mistress one last time before leaving. Despite being ordered to track Ducos to France, she’d elected to remain right here. Where was Lucien Ducos? If Bonaparte’s advisor didn’t make an appearance tonight, Saint was going to have a lot of explaining to do. She’d given up being embarrassed about three and a quarter hours ago and now wondered how much longer the game could persist. Saint sighed, shifting so her muscles remained limber. She could hear the courtesan urging her “horse” onward, the woman’s demands punctuated by the man’s loud neighs. She didn’t need to crack the door to know the activities in the bed across the room were still very much in progress.

The spy called Saint hunkered down in the bottom of the wardrobe she’d occupied for the last four hours and attempted to stifle a yawn.

Lord and lady spy by shana galen