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“Steady,” Charles murmured. He cast a quick look around the oversized space with its coffered ceiling, large stone fireplace, and elaborately carved wooden furnishings. A wall of photos near the desk showed Dame Aurelia shaking hands and chatting with dozens of powerful men in Britain and beyond. He spared a glance at them before moving on.
“There’s bound to be a safe here somewhere,” he said.
Gathering herself, Gemma asked, “If that’s where the evidence is, how will we ever get to it?”
Her husband cast her a quick grin. He went directly to the copy of a Holbein portrait of Henry VIII that hung over the fireplace.
“Shocking lack of imagination,” he said as he felt his way around the edges of the frame. “Everyone does it the same way and thinks they’re being clever. Ah, yes, just here…”
The sudden click made Gemma jump. It sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. The portrait swung away from the wall on one side, revealing a hollow in the thick stone wall where a large safe rested.
“German, Stockinger 742 Defender Model,” Charles mused. “Good choice if a bit predictable.” He rubbed the tips of his fingers together and smiled at his wife. “I could try to impress you by cracking this thing but there’s probably an easier way.”
She tilted her head to one side and stared at him. Would there ever be a time when he didn’t surprise her? She rather guessed not.
“Why would a banker know how to crack a safe?”
“It’s a useful skill sometimes but we can talk about that another time. Let’s have a look in that desk.”
Moments later, he had found the index card upon which Dame Aurelia had written a reminder to herself of the combination, proving yet again that arrogance is only a synonym for stupidity. Very shortly after that, the safe hung open.
At first glance, it appeared to contain only the payments from the auction and a handful of checks. Gemma’s heart fell. What if her husband was wrong and there was no--
“Here we are,” he said, removing a plastic zip bag in which a dozen plastic thumb drives rattled.
Tucking the bag into the pocket of his jacket, he gazed at his young wife tenderly. Despite the grim surroundings, she looked even more lovely than she had when they first met. How desperately he had wanted her then, never suspecting that what he felt in that instant was only the smallest hint of all that was to come.
On impulse, he crossed the distance between them and took her into his arms. Softly, against her lips, he murmured, “It will be all right, you know.”
She blinked against the sudden sheen of tears and nodded. “I believe you. It’s just this place…”
Later, she would never be able to say exactly what drove her but perhaps it was the need, in that final moment before they left there forever, to replace painful memories with something far brighter and sustaining.
Wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck, Gemma kissed him deeply. They clung together, enraptured with one another. Such was their passion that they might have gone a good deal further were it not for the sudden squeal of outrage that erupted from the direction of the office doors.
“What are you doing…?” A flustered young woman demanded. She was one of the favorites, the blonde with the especially perky tits. But right then she wore an ugly mask of suspicion and outrage.
“You aren’t supposed to be in here!”
Just then it registered on her exactly who she was addressing. Her confusion redoubled. “Oh, my lord, I didn’t mean, that is…” Her gaze moved to the portrait hanging off to the side and beyond it the open door of the safe.
Any doubt she had vanished. Miss Perky Tits took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. Her piercing scream rattled the office windows, startled the guests and caused several gentlemen to clutch their chests in sudden intimation of their own mortality.
After that, there was really nothing for it but for Charles to grab his wife’s hand and the two of them to race down the hall to a back exit that fortuitously let out onto the car park. Before the first pursuers could muster themselves, they were in the MG and out through the gates.
In the exhilaration of their escape, the pair were both laughing uproariously when they made a very brief stop at The Strutting Cock to collect their belongings. As Gemma tossed their bags into the car, Charles paid off the obsequious Walter Snivels, apologizing to the innkeeper for the unfortunate destruction of their bed.
“Antique that was,” Snivels whined, counting his money. “Been in the family for centuries. Can’t think how we’ll ever replace it.”
“I wouldn’t be in any hurry to do so if I were you,” Charles advised cheerily as he hopped back into the car.
“Where are we going?” Gemma asked. She didn’t really care; anywhere would do so long as it was with him. Still, she didn’t think he should have it all his own way.
With a saucy grin, she settled back in her seat, eyed her husband and said, “By the way, I do believe it’s my turn to drive.”
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