Page 29 of Storm over the Caribbean
The bodyguard looked around again. “I withdraw my previous statements. This is the perfect home.”
“I’m so glad you agree!” Pushing myself up from the chaise longue, I made my way to the door. “Then let’s share the good news, shall we?”
“Err…with whom?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Whom do you think?”
Before Karim could flee the room, I grabbed hold of him and started dragging him towards the hotel.
***
“Hello there!”
Waving, I stuck my head into the room. Mr Ambrose raised his eyes from the documents he had been studying and scrutinized me closely.
“Where have you been, Mrs Ambrose? I haven’t seen you since this afternoon.”
I rolled my eyes. “Hello to you, too, dear. I’m so happy to see you again, dear.”
He didn’t budge an inch. “Hello to you too, dear. Now, where have you been?” His eyes narrowed infinitesimally. “And more importantly, what have you been up to?”
I put on a wounded look. “Why would you sound so suspicious of your dear wife?”
“Considering recent events?”
All right, that was just…a fair point, actually. Dammit!
“Well…” In a totally innocent manner, I started to fiddle around with the buttons of my dress.
My dear husband executed another microscopic narrowing of his eyes. “Yes?”
“Don’t get upset, all right? It might sound damning, considering what happened the last time, but I promise it’s something good.”
“What. Are. You. Talking. About?”
“Ehem. Well…like I said. Don’t misunderstand, all right? Here goes.” I cleared my throat, and gave him my most cheerful smile. “I have a surprise for yo—”
“No!”
“Listen just a minute, I—”
“No! No more speeches!”
In retrospect, maybe I should have started my explanation differently.
“It isn’t about that!” I protested.
“Doesn’t matter. No. More. Surprises.”
I pouted. “But I haven’t even told you what it is about! You—”
“No!”
He speared me with an icy glare. The unspoken message was clear.
“I swear, it’s not another suffragist event,” I grumbled.
His eyes narrowed. “A charity event then?”
