Bea considered this for a few moments.Then, slowly, she allowed her expression to tip into something wickedly amused.
“Hiding in plain sight,” she whispered.“Even plainer sight than before.”
“Exactly,” Poppy said.“And didn’t you tell us the Bow Street Runners are sniffing around for B.Adroit’s identity?”
“They are,” Bea admitted, the thud of excitement rising in her chest.This was the advantage of friends.They noticed the possibilities while you were still composing your despair.A quarter hour ago, she’d been certain her life was ruined.Now?Now she saw an opportunity.
“And what’s better,” Bea added, tapping a finger against her cheek, “is that when it’s just the two of us, I won’t have to pretend.I don’t give a fig what Archer thinks of me.”
Georgie nodded sagely.“Be as rude as you like.As cutting as you dare.”
Another grin—sharp as a blade—spread slowly across Bea’s face.Espionage disguised as courtship.A perfect mission for a member of The Wallflowers’ Revolt.“Very well then,” she said, lifting her chin.“Let thesupposedcourtship begin.”
