Enticing Temptation

Chapter 22

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 Twynforde House The Next Morning

          Her head was pounding and when she cracked one eye open the bright light from the sun made her head hurt worse making Cat wish she'd kept it closed, which she quickly did.

Why was someone inside her head pounding a drum? she wondered.

She went to rub her forehead and felt the bandage wrapped around it.

Bloody hell, what had happened she wondered as tried to remember the night before.

"It's about time you woke," she heard Myles surly voice.

"Please lower your voice and close the drapes, Myles, the sunlight is hurting my eyes," she replied and heard him move away from the bed.

"There," he replied a short time later.

Cat opened first one eye then the other as she kept trying to remember what caused her head to hurt this way, but she couldn't.

"What happened?" she asked him.

"Damnation, Cat, if you're head wasn't hurting you I would shake you until your teeth rattled. Of all the bloody fool things to do," Myles ranted at her while Cat watched him pace the floor at the foot of their bed his eye's never leaving hers, those cold steel gray eyes of his she was becoming used to when ever he was mad or up set with her. "To risk your life and our future on some cloak-and-dagger meeting at midnight with some unknown person without anyone knowing where you'd gone and no one to look after your back is mind-boggling to me and to your uncle. You will from now on not go anywhere alone. Do. You. Understand. Me!"

"Yes, Myles, I hear you as does half the neighborhood," Cat replied as a few bits and pieces of the night before flashed into her mind. She remembered Myles and Uncle Trey leaving for an evening out. Her uncle was sponsoring Myles at White's and Brook's. She'd spent a quiet evening looking over fabric and wallpaper samples. She'd had dinner alone in her morning room then later went upstairs to bed.

Then she remembered the missive on her dressing table and tried to set up but the movement made her head hurt worse, she lay back flat on her pillow.

"I remember the missive," Cat told him. "What happened?"

Myles stopped his pacing his eyes narrowed at her. "You don't remember?"

"No I remember reading the missive but after that there is nothing I remember about the night."

"You left a missive for me along with the one you were sent and we followed you to your meeting place where we found Plympton dead and you hurt. From what we were able to determine, Cat, it looks as if Plympton shot at you and you shot at him. You shot him twice and killed him according to the empty chambers in your pistol. One of his bullets struck you on the side of the head. You've been unconscious since we found you. I'm supposed to send your uncle and Sir Alex Crofton missives to let them know you've awakened. The Prime Minister sent word he wants to talk with you along with Lord Terryton, Cat, as soon as you're up to traveling to his office."

"It was Plympton who sent the missive?" She was still trying to absorb that piece of information. She wasn't sure who the traitor was but for some reason she'd never really thought it might be Plympton, since he always seemed like such a nice man and a professional at his job at all times.

"We can only guess that he was the one, unless he was lured there just as you were," Myles replied. "Sir Alex will be here shortly. I sent for him after we found you unconscious and Plympton dead. He's with Scotland Yard and I know him through Amanda, he's married to her aunt. Do you know him?"