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and the image of doing just that kept pushing to the forefront of his thoughts. He huffed a laugh.
    â€œI am listening,” she said. “Tell me what it is I would have to do.”
    Gregor kept an eye on the street beyond, as did she. “I need someone to get close to an old enemy, to bed him and to listen to him in order to discover information for me. Someone who is not known to that enemy.”
    She cocked her head, as if considering his words. Her pretty mouth lifted. She wasn’t averse to the proposition, indicating she truly was a woman who relished her sensual nature. That assured him that she was a good choice.
    â€œThe task would need preparation. I will have to educate you in his ways, his desires and his whereabouts. I would purchase you some clothes and ready you, and then perhaps require a few days for the task itself. You would be on your way with a full purse soon enough.”
    â€œHow long?”
    â€œAs long as it takes.” Gregor’s mouth twitched. He waseager for them to be safely across the Tay. “You wish to feel the weight of my purse?”
    She folded her arms across her chest. “I can see how heavy it is.”
    She had also weighed it when it was tied at his belt; he was aware of that. He would have to keep an eye on her or she would pick over his goods and be gone. “The offer is not tempting?”
    She glanced away to the north and he saw a fleeting look in her eye that made him wonder what her plans had been before she was thrown in the cell.
    â€œIt is tempting.” After a moment, she nodded. “Give me a few coins on account, for the pleasure I afforded you this night. Then I will know that your word is good.” Mischief glittered in her eyes.
    Gregor shook his head, but opened his purse, hefting it in his palm to impress upon her its worth. Then, delving into the deepest part of the pouch, he pulled out two shillings. Her eyes rounded.
    After she took the payment and dropped it down the front of her bodice, she spat on her palm and offered it to him as a man might. Gregor shook her hand, gave her a slight bow and gestured along the path to get her moving.
    At first she kept up with him, willingly.
    Then they reached the kirk.
    â€œStop here a moment.” He still had to return the borrowed cassock. Glancing over the wall, he saw that no one had missed it. He clambered over the barrier and looked back at her. “Don’t even consider running off. Not unless you want to go back to the tollbooth.”
    In four strides he crossed the vegetable garden, which was laden with crops, it being the height of summer, and then arranged the garment over the tree branch where he had foundit and the hat hung out to air. Luck had been on his side when he’d sought the kirk earlier that night, for he hadn’t had to blackmail the housekeeper for a loan, as he had planned. As he returned the garments he left a few coins in a pocket, for the collection plate. Ducking down, he lifted his bundle from where he had left it, between the roots of the tree. When he got back to the wall he found his new cohort peering over the stacked stones with great curiosity.
    â€œSo this is where you got your costume.”
    â€œIt is. Can you think of a better place?”
    She shrugged and then eyed the bundle he had retrieved.
    â€œStand clear,” he instructed. She moved away as he mounted the wall, but once he was on it she closed in again, stepping between his dangling legs. Settling her breasts against his thighs, she jiggled them, and then reached behind him to give his bundle a grope.
    â€œAs much as I am enjoying your attentions,” he commented, nodding down at where her breasts pressed upon his cock, “we have little time to waste. We must raise the ferryman. Once we cross the Tay we can travel faster. My mount is stabled outside the city walls at Saint Andrews.”
    Still she stood there between his thighs, and seemed not to be