Mary scoffed. “That is far too obvious.”
Gabe clucked his tongue then whispered, “You are not thinking like a spy, Mary.” He finished tying his simple cravat knot then turned to sit on the edge of the bed where he had placed his hessians. “Have you considered that there might be hidden drawers? Secret compartments? A strong box?”
Mary twisted her lips in thought. “But would not a cautious spy already be aware of the opposition’s knowledge of such hiding spaces and therefore take precautions to protect their secrets?”
Gabe stepped into his shining black hessians, then stomped his foot to the bottom of the boot. “We will search anyway, if not to rule it out,” he grunted.
Mary stood, her tyrian purple morning gown settling around her. It was not a colour that she had ever worn before, but the modiste had certainly chosen a colour that made her grey eyes sparkle. Mary supposed that had been the objective.
Gabe spared her not a glance as he stood to run his hands through his curling brown hair. Would that she could do her hair so easily and have it look as fine.
“We will do our searching together.”
Mary tilted her head to observe him better. “If that is your desire, then so be it.”
His hands stilled then dropped to his sides as he turned to stare at her. Barely banked fire burned behind his eyes. She wished she could hear his thoughts.
He abruptly stuck his elbow out to her. “Shall we go down to break our fast?”
