mouth tightened. ‘There is no scheme.’
Just as there wasn’t a scheme the last they met. She let her face show her disbelief.
The waiter ladled lobster soup into her bowl and then into Nikki’s from his other side.
‘Someone is sure to notice you changed the place cards,’ she said quietly.
A cynical smile lifted one corner of his mouth. ‘Shall I change them back?’
‘And make things worse? No doubt you would enjoy that.’
She picked up her spoon. She could not look as if their conversation was anything but trivial. She must not look guilty, no matter how she felt inside. Her heart ached as her lips smiled. ‘Are you determined to court trouble with the regent?’ she murmured, flashing a glance up to that end of the table.
Nikki picked up his glass and took a deep draught. An arrogant smile curved his lips. ‘If I managed to survive the French, I am sure I can survive the English.’
He’d fought in battles all over Europe, including the last. Waterloo, where so many had died. Terrified he might be among the fallen, she’d scanned the papers every day for his name, her stomach in knots as she looked through the lists of casualties. ‘Sometimes there is more danger in peace than in war.’
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