“Not at all, James. How much time do we have?” He was looking at my uncle, whose attention was drawn inward; he did not see the expression in Mr Tanner’s eyes as they swept over him. I coughed lightly, and Mr Tanner’s lashes lowered. When he raised them again, there was no trace of the longing I’d seen in their green depths. “James? How much time?”
“My contact at the Liechtenstein consulate will see Lord Haynsworth is kept occupied for at least a couple of hours.” Uncle James’s tone was complacent, but I shivered at the thought of Father’s reaction when he learned a princess would not be in his heir’s future. “Will that be enough?”
“I’m running this operation, James. It should be more than enough.” The man’s grin was cocky.
“My Mercedes is downstairs. If you’re ready?”
“Quite.” He caug
