Free No Ordinary Mistress (Entangled Scandalous) by Robyn DeHart Page A

likely in his sixth decade, though he was quite active as his broad frame still looked athletic and muscular. Her eyes were drawn again to the possessive hand resting on his wife’s shoulder, keeping her place, keeping her quiet. And then Emma saw the ring, the very same ring she’d seen the night Lord Comfry was killed.
    She schooled her features and concentrated on her breathing while the man and Remy conversed. But then Remy came to his feet and held a hand out to her.
    “I’ve just remembered we have another appointment.” She met his gaze, and he nodded. She accepted his hand and stood.
    “Thank you for your time,” he said to the baron. “I shall call upon you again if I have further questions regarding Lord Comfry’s demise.” He grabbed Emma’s hand and pulled her to his side, then nodded to Penny. “Good day to you both.”
    Emma waited until they were in the carriage before speaking. Her heart pounded so loudly she wanted to cover her ears. “It’s him. He’s the one who killed Comfry.”
    “I knew something had happened, that you’d seen something. Your eyes went cold.” Remy squeezed her hand. “How did you know?”
    “It was the ring. It was so unique, it has to be him.”
    “So this could have been nothing more than a man killing another man for sleeping with his wife,” Remy said.
    “I don’t think so, not based on what they talked about. They never mentioned a woman at all. It was all about money and information.”
    “Then Baron Prescott is a traitor, too, it seems.”

Chapter Seven
    Remy convinced Emma she needed a rest, a nice long bath, and new clothes to make her feel better. Then he sent for Harrison. He’d already filled him in on most of the information they’d gathered.
    “What is the ring?” Harrison asked.
    “Here, I’ll show you,” Emma said from the doorway. She walked into the room, wearing one of the new dresses that Madam Dupree had sent her. It was a simple day dress in a lovely pale shade of green. It fit her perfectly, didn’t hide her luscious curves, but rather accented them.
    She was stunning. She bent over his desk to draw something on a piece of parchment, and Remy realized in that moment that he loved her. He’d always loved her. Any other woman would have to take to her bed after what she’d been through in the past few days, but instead, Emma had grown only more self-possessed and determined. When they’d worked together in Paris, he’d been drawn to her, but he’d been too self-centered to realize what those qualities meant. He loved her determination and her skill, but those very things meant he couldn’t control her. Back in Paris, he hadn’t been able to accept that. Now he could.
    She walked over to Harrison and handed him the paper.
    “It looks like this.”
    “A spider?”
    “Precisely. And Baron Prescott was wearing that ring, same hand, same finger, the night I saw Comfry murdered. His build is right, too, tall and broad. It’s him. He killed Comfry, which means he is working against the Crown as well. And from the sound of their conversation, there are others.”
    Harrison nodded. “We know that is true. We’ve been trying to uncover their identities for the last year, but have only found a few of the key players. I’ll speak to the Justice of the Peace tonight and see if we have enough evidence to have him arrested.”
    “He’s well-funded,” Remy said.
    “Always an impediment to justice, but we certainly can’t take matters into our own hands,” Harrison said.
    There was a scratch at the door, and the butler appeared with a tray. “My Lord, this message came for you and Miss Masterson.” He brought the note to Remy.
    He opened the note and then met Emma’s gaze. “It’s from Penny. She wants to meet us tonight at the Rigley ball.”
    “I knew she had more to tell us,” Emma said.
    “I’m fairly certain I was invited to that ball as well,” Harrison said. “It’s doubtful the Baron will let her out of his