“No,” Derek said. “I believe Lady Belle has the right of it. If we get word out about the meeting, De Roux may get off his ass and come, giving us the perfect opportunity to take him out. All ends well.”
“All ends well? Stick your nose up your ass, Shaw. I will not let her do this alone, especially if you’re practically inviting him to the exchange,” Westfield growled.
St. Aldwyn, who had set his paper aside with a sigh, stepped between the men, even though a desk separated them. “I understand Shaw’s logic, my friend,” he drawled and then quickly continued when it looked like Westfield would pummel him, “However, if you sneak into the carriage and stay out of sight, I don’t see why you cannot accompany Lady Belle on this excursion.”
Lady Josephine snorted. “Except that it’s improper.”
St. Aldwyn gave his wife a steamy glance. “Let’s not talk about improper, shall we?”
Belle suppressed a smile. Josephine had seduced a kiss from the most notorious scoundrel in England and Damien had caught her doing so, though they weren’t married at the time. Apparently St. Aldwyn still barred his teeth whenever he was in Craven’s presence.
Derek nodded. “Fine. Now that it’s settled, it is important that we are not seen with you in public from here on out.”
Belle agreed. Better for it not to be known to that foul-breathed blackguard the Shaw brothers were champions of hers in this regard.
It seemed unreal that she would finally be rid of her past. What remained after that would only be the scars.
