Love and Let Spy (Lord and Lady Spy) by Shana Galen Page A

of the Barbican group.
    “We’d rather not risk a third encounter,” Wolf said. “And we have every reason to believe Foncé wants every member of the Barbican group dead. He will not stop until he achieves his purposes.”
    “But why has he targeted us? It’s almost as though he has a personal vendetta against the Barbican group.”
    Wolf spread his hands. “If we knew that, it might give us some insight into how we might apprehend him.”
    “That is why I’m here,” Jane said. “I was told you are in possession of information as to Foncé’s whereabouts.”
    Wolf and Saint exchanged a look. There seemed to be an entire conversation in that brief meeting of their gazes.
    Saint spoke. “We’ve been told you are the best.”
    “I am.” It wasn’t false pride or braggadocio behind her boast. She was the best. She’d never yet failed a mission. She was the operative sent in when other agents could not complete their missions.
    “I believe it,” Agent Saint conceded, “but M didn’t send you.”
    Jane schooled her face. “How do you know that?” she asked, keeping her voice level.
    “Because he doesn’t know I have this information,” Wolf said.
    Bollocks. She had fallen for the trick—and it was not even a new trick. “Blue,” she swore under her breath.
    “Yes.” Saint nodded. “We wanted to know whom M considered the best of the best. We wanted to assess whether we thought you could really capture Foncé.”
    They were assessing her ? Jane’s brow rose. “And?”
    “We’re undecided,” Wolf said. “You seem young.”
    Jane stood. “Am I young or merely female?”
    Wolf held his hands up as though to ward off an attack. “Do not put words in my mouth. We are as invested in capturing Foncé as you are. We have been trying to destroy the Maîtriser group for almost a year.”
    “I will destroy the Maîtriser group,” she said. “I never lose.”
    The two spies exchanged another glance.
    “Stop doing that!” Jane said, moving to stand before them. “Say what you’re thinking. You don’t believe I can do it.”
    “It’s not that,” Saint said. She rose, pushing herself up, belly first. Jane had to step back to make room for her distended form. “You are just so very young.”
    “And you are so very pregnant! A tortoise could move more quickly than you at the moment. You are not going to apprehend Foncé. If I were you, I would go into hiding.”
    “Don’t think we haven’t considered it,” Wolf said. “As yet, we don’t believe Foncé knows who we are or where we live. But we might be wrong, and time is running out.” He gestured to his wife. “There is more than the two of us to consider.”
    “Then give me the information in your possession. Blue said one of your contacts sold you Foncé’s whereabouts. Or was that a ploy to arrange this meeting?”
    “No, it’s true. I don’t know how much to trust the information, however. It might be a trap.”
    “Whatever trap Foncé has laid, I assure you, I can elude it.”
    “You are very confident,” Saint said. “But we don’t want to send you to your death.”
    “I’m not afraid of death, and I’m not afraid of Foncé.”
    “You should be,” Wolf said quietly. Jane started to ask what he meant, but he turned away. “Come with me. I have something to show you.”
    Jane followed the other agent out of the drawing room. Behind them, Saint said, “I’ll come with you.”
    Wolf looked back, his eyes narrowed, and his lips parted as though he would contradict her. Jane waited for him to object, but the seconds ticked by, and he said nothing. Instead, he took his wife’s arm and walked down the stairs with her, while the butler appeared seemingly from nowhere and led the way to what Jane assumed was Wolf’s library, on the ground floor of the residence.
    Wolf paused outside the closed door. “If you will give me one moment.” He went inside, leaving the door slightly ajar. Jane could not help but peek inside,