Amelia met Hugh’s eyes and understood the reason for his question.
“So what if,” she murmured, “Roberts is also blackmailing Sir Edmund over his wife’s sickness. Information in return for a secret kept.”
Lady Kemble shook her head. “Never. He is too smart.”
Hugh frowned. “I confess it still leaves a host of unanswered questions but… We must at least consider it.”
She shook her head more vehemently. “I’ll not believe it, Hugh.”
Amelia bit her lip.
Men had betrayed their country for greed or lust, envy or wrath, all manner of the seven deadly sins, so why not love?
Her gaze roamed over Hugh, his broad shoulders and blond tousled hair, another bruise on his cheek, and the endless blue of his eyes.
What would a man, or indeed a woman, do for love?
