Page 18 of The Highlander’s Unexpected Wife

He spoke the truth. For all his womanizing, drinking and gambling, Jonathan never repeated a confidence.

“If you will, send me a note later on as to the bishop’s word,” Cameron said.

“As you wish.” Jonathan lifted his glass of sherry and sipped.

Cameron left and went in search of Napier, who he found sitting alone near a window in one of the smaller parlors. As expected, the chair next to him was empty.

Cameron seated himself in the empty chair and said, “Everything is ready for the shipment in three days?”

Napier angled his head. “It is.”

“Once these girls arrive, we must discuss the next shipment,” Cameron said. “Too many missing women too close together will alert the authorities.”

“My client expects four more in three days.”

Cameron hesitated. He’d expected something like this. The man Bow Street had incarcerated for kidnapping women for the purpose of selling them to rich businessmen as sex slaves had told them that Napier often demanded that women be delivered on short notice.

Cameron hesitated, as if uncertain, then finally gave a curt nod. “Where shall we deliver this current shipment?”

Napier rose. “I will send you that information the morning the shipment is due.” Without another word, he strode away.

Cameron watched until he disappeared out the door. The man was as cold blooded as any he’d ever encountered.