He’d tell Nate what he’d done, but he wanted to wait until after he had some information to impart.
His hard-headed macho Admiral brother-in-law would throttle him if he got caught.
Despite bringing Payton for his hacking talent, Nate was trying to keep Payton’s involvement to a minimum. At least that’s what Payton suspected.
He took a deep breath and pulled himself together. Using his screen, he brought the cameras back up.
Nate turned down the hallway that led to Payton’s room. Even Payton had to admit how sexy the commanding air surrounding Nate was. The man really was something.
Even though he was so big and masculine, he moved with an elegant grace that spoke of his upbringing. And he looked every inch the earl right this second in his crisp brown morning coat, brown pinstriped waistcoat and cream-colored cravat. Aiden was a lucky man…and any minute Payton would be a dead one.
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He’d told Nate he was going to nap after Nate had soundly beaten him at chess. His black leather case sat by the chaise he’d deserted to go play spy. He raced toward it and deposited his com-pad into it. He needed to look like he’d been here the whole time. As he sat down he reached into the outer pocket of his case. The knock came just as Payton grabbed his leather-bound journal and pulled it into his lap. He scrambled for a pen.
Payton took a deep shuddering breath, trying to slow his racing heart, opened the book and held his pen like he was writing. “Come in.”
Nate met Payton’s gaze and smiled almost reluctantly. “You’ve been writing in your journal?” The hatch shut behind him.
“Yes.” Payton smiled.
Please don’t let him see how hard I’m breathing.
Nate’s brows pulled together, his forehead furrowing. “Okay, I thought I— Never mind. So, tell me, how is it someone as computer savvy as you records his journal on paper rather than his computer? You’ve rarely been without that thing”—Nate dipped his head toward Payton’s computer bag, which lay beside the chaise—“the entire trip. You’re nearly as bad as your brother with his sketchscreens.”
Payton shrugged. “I know better than anyone how easy it is to hack into computers.”
Nate’s face went comically blank. “Are you telling me that your personal computer is not secure?”
No computer is secure with someone who knows what he’s doing.
Payton laughed, hoping it didn’t sound nervous. “Of course it is. If you are concerned about household computers breaking in, you need not, even Jeffers can’t get into my com-pad and I’ve programmed him to be able to take a peek at other computers that enter the castle.”
“Good.” The tension in Nate’s shoulders eased and he came further into the room.
He smelled good, smoky and kind of sweet, like he’d smoked a flavored cigar. Payton had always liked that smell. Taking a seat on the edge of the chaise, Nate crossed one leg over the other, stretching his feet out in front of him. He gestured toward Payton’s journal, making a “give it here” motion.
Payton’s mouth dropped open. He shook his head and clutched it to his chest. What was wrong with Nate? Surely he didn’t expect Payton to allow him to read his journal.
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Nate sighed and held his hand out. “I’m not going to read it.”
“Then why do you want it?” Admiral, brother-in-law and guardian at the moment not withstanding, there was no way Payton was turning it over. Nate would have to physically take it from him, and for all Nate’s brute strength Payton didn’t think the man had it in him. He was so gentle with Aiden. Not that Payton didn’t think Nate could be rough and dangerous, the man exuded danger from every pore, but Payton didn’t think Nate would, not over a journal anyway. He’d overheard his brother Aiden tell Nate to keep Payton safe. And as silly as Payton thought that was—he could take care of himself after all—he knew Nate would never break a promise to Aiden.
“Flip to a blank page and give it here.” Nate’s eyes narrowed. He was serious.
Payton shook his head so hard he felt like Muffin being told to get her bath. He inched his way to the side of the chaise, preparing to run. Childish and cowardly it might be, but
no one
read his journal.
Moving surprisingly quick for such a big man, Nate snagged the leather-bound book and the pen out of Payton’s arms.
Mine.
Gasping, Payton lunged at him.
Nate caught him easily and shoved him back to his seat.
Payton landed on his arse with a jolt, even on the soft cushion.
Flipping to the back of the book, Nate wrote something. Within seconds he offered the book and pen to Payton.
What in the bloody hell?
Maybe Nate hadn’t lost his mind. Payton snatched the book from his brother-in-law’s hand, giving him a glare for good measure.
Nate smiled. “I’m impressed. Your brother probably would have attacked me if that were him and his sketchscreen.”
Payton didn’t bother mentioning that he
had
tried to attack Nate, but Nate had pretty much swatted him away like a pesky fly. Being small rained meteors. Still frowning, he looked down at the journal.
On the unlined paper was a surprisingly elegant scrawl.
Can you secure this room so
we can talk privately?
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The tightness in Payton’s chest eased. The Lady Anna, like Jeffers, had listening capabilities in the private quarters. Nate wasn’t losing his mind, he just didn’t want to take a chance of the IN being alerted that he had silenced the ship.
Nodding, Payton reached over the side of the chaise, stuffed his journal into his bag and grabbed his com-pad. He hadn’t turned it off, so all he had to do was flip it open. In seconds, he had the computer locked out of this room and the adjoining suite that belonged to Nate, just in case the speakers were ultra sensitive. He glanced up at Nate.
“Okay.”
“Okay? That was quick.”
Yeah, it was, since he’d already been inside the ship’s computer, but he wasn’t going to tell Nate that. “I’m good.”
Nate chuckled. “You are indeed, I’m impressed. I wanted to talk to you about our plan. You’re going to Englor as my aide and an IN lieutenant.”
Huh?
Payton’s jaw dropped open for the second time in minutes. “Beg pardon?”
“I’ve had Brittani fake your records. No one will know but the two of us…and Brittani.”
“And Captain Kindros is trustworthy?”
“Absolutely.” Nate said it so quickly and with such confidence. “But you trust no one but myself. Understood?”
“Yes, sir. What if someone recognizes me?”
“I doubt that will be a problem. But if they do you will just pretend to be flattered and tell them thank you, being a Regelen it is quite an honor to be mistaken for Prince Payton.” Nate grinned. “You
are,
however, not Payton Townsend, but Lieutenant Payton Jeffers. You answer only to me. I have uniforms for you with my things. We will change on the space station before going down to Englor. Do you think you can act like a soldier?”
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I was raised and how revered soldiers are on Regelence?” He gave Nate a crisp salute.
Pretending to be a soldier would be simple.
Nate chuckled and shook his head. “Good. I’ll have to talk to my family to make certain they don’t give you away, but other than that I believe we are set.”
“Not quite.”
One of Nate’s dark brows rose. “Oh?”
They were fairly certain the IN was behind the stolen weapons stash and the kidnapping of Payton’s brother Aiden a few months ago since Nate had identified the spy as an IN Intelligence Agent, but even after Aiden’s return they weren’t certain if Englor was involved or, if so, to what extent. Englor could be a great ally in a confrontation with the IN, but first they had to be certain Englor wasn’t in bed with the enemy. “What other sources do you want me to try? Should I get into IN Intelligence and Colonel Hollister’s computer for a peek around?”
Payton was nearly positive the encoded message Nate’s son, Trouble, had intercepted a few months back had been a stolen message intended for Colonel Hollister from his spy Benson. Benson had been Aiden’s valet for several months but no one had realized he was a spy until after he was killed trying to protect Aiden.
After some digging around Payton had ascertained that the code was Englorian, but since he didn’t know Englorian encryption, that still left him with a lot of work to do.
Hopefully, his recent adventure, breaking into the Englor message system, would aid him in figuring out the code. “We still need to learn what Benson was doing on Regelence,”
Payton reminded Nate.
“I’m going to ask around…discreetly. And if that doesn’t work, we’ll ask a little more forcefully.”
Yes.
“Like an interrogation? Torture?” Payton leaned forward. The danger of getting caught was exciting. It would be like shutting down Jeffers, their butler at Townsend castle, only more intense, more like setting up the program to hack Englor’s mainframes.
Nate laughed and shook his head. “No. Well yes, but you aren’t going to be with me if it comes to that.”
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Dust.
Payton sat back in his seat, his shoulders slumping.
Wait.
He leaned forward again. “You can’t do it by yourself, you’ll need back up.” Nate shook his head again, but Payton didn’t wait to be turned down. “I’m an excellent shot with a fragger and competent with a sword. I’m also trained in hand-to-hand combat, although admittedly I haven’t a lot of practice with it.”
“No. You’re here to help me decipher that coded message. There’s no way I’m going to put you in the line of fire. Any information I need you to decipher, I’ll
bring
to you.”
Oh bloody hell.
Payton slumped back into the chaise. “What good is all my schooling if I’m never going to use it?”
“Are you not using your computer skills?”
“I wasn’t taught the particular computer skills I’m using, I learned them myself. I was referring to the different survival techniques all young lords are forced to learn. Like fencing and martial arts.” Here he was away from home and he was still going to be coddled like a child. At least Nate did want him using his more controversial technological knowledge. That was something.
“What exactly does your education consist of? Aiden thinks the majority of it is useless, that it’s all about obtaining a consort and running a household.”
“Some of it was. I suppose for Aiden a lot of it was a waste of time. After taking his first art class, all he ever wanted to do was draw. He only did enough of the other stuff to keep from getting in trouble so he could get back to his art. But for the rest of us…”
Payton used a little of all of it. “We’re taught math and English of course, French, Latin and Italian. The basic computer skills, economics and diplomacy are touched on as well as history and science. I don’t see myself ever using music or art and I wish I didn’t have to use dancing, but all of those were included as well as basic self-defense. We probably learned more self-defense than most lords do. Cony thought it was very important. He still makes us spar with him on occasion just to make certain we remember.”
Nate seemed to consider it for a moment. “Very well, should the need arise I’ll include you on the breaking and entering.”
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Payton smiled. This trip was promising to be quite an adventure. “Perhaps this is a good time to tell you I’ve hacked into the Englor message center.”
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January 15, 4830: Planet Englor: Hollister House in London, Moreal (The ruling
country of Englor)
Please let there be word on Benson.
Simon slid off the saddle, so wrapped up in his thoughts he nearly missed the greeting from his groom. Handing Cirilo’s reins over, Simon smiled and mumbled thank you. He climbed the steps to his townhouse, turning his attention back to his missing informant. He’d first sent Benson to Regelence after overhearing his mother arguing with a man in the Earl of Clifton’s garden during a ball the earl and countess were throwing to celebrate their youngest son’s commission into the Marines. Simon normally bowed out of social events, but the earl’s son was a friend and had served with Simon in the IN.
His mother was always into something—she went through lovers like most people went through tissues. Her arguing with a lover wasn’t surprising, but there had been a desperation to her voice Simon hadn’t heard before. It had raised enough red flags to make him conceal himself and listen. Upon hearing the man’s demand for schematics, Simon had known he’d better find out what was going on.
“Stop right there, Colonel.”
Damn.
Simon froze, his foot hovering over the threshold of his front door. What now? He was cold, wet and—was that him that smelled so foul? He dipped his head toward his chest and sniffed. His nose twitched. Yeah, that was him. The ride home on Cirilo wasn’t bad, but having handed the thoroughbred over to his groom the wind was no longer breezing past him. Instead, it was at his back, blowing the stench toward him.
“Dunston, it’s freezing out here, I smell horrible and Roc and I have to get ready to meet Wycliffe for dinner at White’s. I have to shower.” From the appearance of the horizon, a storm was moving in at a rather fast clip.
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“According to my sensors your boots are covered in mud and all manner of vile substances. The staff has just cleaned Hollister House from top to bottom and I’ll not have you defacing the mansion with that filth. Remove the boots, Colonel,” the smooth deep voice ordered evenly.
Knowing better than to argue, Simon groaned as he reached down and tugged on his right boot. His hand covered slime.
Ah yuck.
“Stupid computer,” he mumbled under his breath.