Part 29 (1/2)

She had to get home.

Evelyn hurried through the milling guests toward the exit. She had to see Adrian now, this very instant. She had wasted enough time allowing him to be foolish. And indeed, one never did know how much time one had left.

She asked a footman for her cloak and requested her carriage be sent for. It was odd to have at last met Sir, even if she had still not seen his face. Once she had longed for this, wanted him to say the sorts of things he had come perilously close to saying tonight. But now ... she shook her head. Now, it simply didn't matter. And now, she had to admit, if only to herself, that some of her apprehension had been in part a fear that, upon meeting him, desires she had thought long gone would return. That they hadn't was both a relief and an affirmation. She'd had no doubt about her love for her husband, but she had wondered if she might be tempted by a man she had once wanted but never had. Now, at last she knew.

Her carriage arrived quickly. She directed Davies to take her home, then settled back in her seat. She did hope Adrian wasn't already on his way. She would hate to pa.s.s him on the streets.

There was nothing she had said to Sir about Adrian and her love for him that she hadn't already known. But somehow, saying it all aloud, saying it to someone else, made her realize how very deep her love for him was. How much he really meant to her. And how lucky she truly was.

Adrian was the love of her life. Now she wondered if he understood that. All the things she had said to Sir, she should say to her husband as well. She always thought he knew how important he was to her but perhaps not. There was not now, nor would there ever be, any reason for jealousy or suspicion. He needed to know that.

And tonight she would make that very clear. Before she took him to his bed. Or perhaps, she smiled in a most wicked manner, afterward.

The carriage came to an abrupt stop. Davies's raised voice could be heard along with at least one other. What on earth was going on? She huffed in impatience. She needed to get home as soon- Without warning the carriage door jerked open. Before she knew what was happening, hands grabbed her and a gag m.u.f.fled her screams. A rough sack was thrown over her head and pulled down over her shoulders, binding her arms against her. She caught no more than the briefest glimpse of men in masks. Men in masks were the bane of her existence tonight. She felt herself pulled out of the carriage and struggled all the while. It was futile and she knew it. Still the occasional grunts from her captors when her foot connected with some part of them, hopefully, extremely sensitive parts, was most gratifying. Within moments, she was transferred to another carriage and it took off at a surprisingly sedate pace. No doubt to avoid notice.

Fear threatened to overwhelm her but she pushed it aside. Now was not the time to become a fragile female. Besides, fear could be crippling and she needed her wits about her.

Obviously she was being kidnapped but to what end? Ransom? Adrian would certainly pay anything to ensure her safety. But there were other reasons for taking a woman against her will on the streets of London that were far more vile. Her jaw clenched. Those women were never heard from again.

It struck her that her captors were most efficient. They scarcely said a word. And when they did, they kept their words too low for her to make out what they said or recognize their voices. They were clever, these kidnappers of hers. They had obviously done this sort of thing before and were, just as obviously, well trained.

It seemed an endless time but it was surely not long at all before the carriage stopped. She was lifted out of the vehicle and carried for a brief time. It was useless to struggle. They were obviously much stronger than she. Her mind would be of greater use in terms of her escape.

Boards creaked with every footfall. There was a distinctive smell in the air and the sound of water slapping against wood. Of course, they were on the docks. She scoffed to herself. How very predictable. Unless they were taking her to a s.h.i.+p. Panic welled within her, and she fought against it. Admittedly, even as an agent, she had never been kidnapped, but she knew that neither fear nor panic would serve her now.

The thug carrying her stumbled and muttered an unintelligible curse. Before she knew what was happening, she felt herself flying through the air. She braced for impact and prayed she would not land in the water. In these skirts she would surely drown within moments and she would much prefer not to die that way. But she hit the dock with a jarring thud, her head smacking against something hard. And in the instant before blackness claimed her, the most absurd thought flashed through her mind.

This was not at all how she had planned to spend the rest of the evening.

Chapter 20.

d.a.m.nation, where was she?

It had taken Adrian far longer to return to the ballroom than he had planned. Apparently, the secluded room hed chosen to shed Sir's costume appealed to more than men wis.h.i.+ng to change from one persona to another. He'd almost been discovered by a couple seeking a spot for a private moment with barely enough time to dive behind a sofa. d.a.m.nation. He had once headed a clandestine organization. Now he was reduced to hiding behind furniture. Fortunately, the unidentified lovers-he never did get a look at their faces, and their voices were unfamiliar-did not linger. Apparently, they both had to return to their respective spouses.

Still, even with the delay, he was in high spirits. And why wouldn't he be? All his doubts had vanished with Evie's words.

Nearly an hour later, his mood had dimmed. Where was his blasted wife anyway? He was ready-no-eager to sweep her off her feet. And he was willing to wager he could do a far better job of it as himself than he had as Sir. If, of course, he put the same amount of effort into it. And from now on, he would. It had been rather fun really, attempting to lure his wife into seduction. He resolved to remember that.

He continued to circle the ballroom until he found himself near the main doors. It wasn't easy. He swore there were more people here now than there were when he'd left the room as Sir. And somewhere in this crush was Evie. From here perhaps he could get an overview of the entire room.

”You look like a man who could use something more substantial than champagne,” a familiar voice said at his side. ”But I fear this is all they are offering tonight.” Max handed him a gla.s.s.

”I'm surprised to see you here.” Adrian accepted the gla.s.s gratefully. His friend looked the perfect picture of a Venetian rake, Casanova perhaps, in a bronze-colored coat coupled with a heavily embroidered waistcoat, brown knee britches, and half mask. Adrian had thought his own costume with its blue coat, cream waistcoat, and dark britches to be very nearly too extreme, but next to his old friend, he felt like a wren beside a peac.o.c.k.

”Why wouldn't I be here?” Indignation sounded in Max's voice. ”I am not an earl but I am still socially acceptable. Even, dare I say, in demand. I am considered a most eligible bachelor, you know.”

Adrian laughed. ”How did you recognize me?”

”I have my ways.” Max grinned. ”But I'm surprised to see you here as well. I thought you and Evelyn would be home by now.”

”We would be if I could find her.”

”Then all went according to plan tonight?”

Adrian grinned. ”Better than I could have hoped for.”

”Excellent.” Max breathed a sigh of relief. ”Although I am surprised you managed it without a.s.sistance. I expected to hear from you.”

”Nonsense. I had no problems at all. Not that I antic.i.p.ated any.”

”Your confidence is most impressive.”

”And well deserved. You did lose your wager, by the way.” He chuckled. ”Between the mask, hooded cloak, and wedges in my shoes, she had no idea it was me.”

”To my eternal regret.” He raised his gla.s.s to his friend. ”And your eternal happiness.”

”You should find a good woman yourself, Max.”

”I believe I have,” Max said thoughtfully.

Adrian's brow rose under his mask. ”Have you?”

”That's neither here nor there at the moment.” Max paused. ”I must admit, even I had a few misgivings about tonight's plan.”

”Why? I knew it would work.”

”Well, you did admit it was brilliant.”

”Simple, Max.” Adrian nodded sagely. ”Simple and uncomplicated is always best.”

Max stared at him. ”There was nothing simple about it. It required a fair amount of coordination.”

”Max.” Adrian shook his head in confusion. ”What are you talking about?”

”What are you talking about?” Max said cautiously.

”I'm talking about my plan to speak to Evelyn here tonight as Sir,” Adrian said sharply.

”Oh.” Max grimaced. ”Am I to gather then that you didn't get the message I had delivered to your house earlier this evening?”

”What message?” A horrible thought occurred to him and his stomach twisted. ”Max,” he said slowly, ”where is my wife?”

”You said it was a brilliant idea.”

”Max.” A warning sounded in Adrian's voice.