"Never mind. Come here."
She came close and he pulled her up against him. This time her lips
rose willingly for the kiss, but he brushed her pale cheek instead
and let his mouth graze lightly along her face until it reached the
tip of her earlobe. "Does Miguel have this room wired for sound?" he
whispered. "Can he hear what we say?"
She nodded almost imperceptibly. "Probably," she whispered back.
"That's what I thought. Stay close to me, then, and hear what I have to
say. If he's watching he'll think we're making love."
"Go ahead," she said.
"I'm going to accept Miguel's commission and leave here to assassinate
Duke Winslow, as ordered."