She didn't think she would actually make her final decision until the last moment. Dwelling on it and considering all of the different possibilities was all well and good, but she worked better under pressure. There was still much she needed to know about what her mission would be. Living once more behind enemy lines wasn't going to be easy. It might not even be possible. Despite what she'd heard from more than a couple of people in recent weeks, she did not believe that her husband was missing her presence in his life. Certainly, she didn't believe for a moment that he was actually sad that she wasn't around. She'd stabbed him in the eye with a fork and then sliced his stomach and stabbed him in the ribs with a knife! He would be a fool to welcome her back into his home with open arms. Every second she was there, he would be on the defensive, ready for another attack to come without warning.