Page 225 of Storm over the Caribbean
A pause.
“The contract for a chief toy tester does indeed include a company flat.”
“Which is situated where?”
Another pause.
“In one of the better quarters of London.” A muscle in his face twitched. “Next to the flat of an old acquaintance of my mother’s.”
“And you only did that because it was in your standard contract.”
The muscle in his cheek twitched again. “Indeed. What is the reason for these superfluous questions?”
“Oh…no reason.”
Taking a deep breath, I leaned against him and slipped my hand into his.
“Mr Ambrose?”
“Yes?
“I love you.”
A moment of silence. Then…
“Likewise.”
I felt his hand squeeze mine, and a smile spread across my face. Yes.Thiswas the man I had married.
Together, we strolled out of the factory, past the paling gate guard, and towards our carriage. For some reason, it looked a thousand times more comfortable than when I’d left it minutes earlier. The driver quickly jumped from the box and pulled the door open for us.
“Shall we?” Mr Ambrose asked, extending his hand to help me inside. His familiar, dark, sea-coloured eyes were gazing straight into my eyes—and through them, into my soul. In those eyes, I saw it. I would never have to doubt him like this again. Never ever.
I squeezed his hand. “We shall.”
We spent the journey back in—you guessed it—comfortable silence. There wasn’t really any need for words. All the things we wanted to say were in our eyes, and in the way we held each other. Most especially in the way Mr Rikkard Ambrose’s hand rested on my belly.
Yes, comfortable silence was good.
Slowly, I snuggled closer to him, until…until…
“Mrs Ambrose? Mrs Ambrose, we’re here.”
I blinked, yawning. Had I fallen asleep?
Glancing out of the window, I saw that, yes, I had. There, right before me, was Empire House in all its monolithic splendour, and in front of it…
“Karim?”
I frowned. For a moment, I was confused why he would be out here in the cold—then I remembered. The prisoner. The interrogation.
Abruptly, I was wide awake. Shooting up, I clambered out of the coach, my husband right behind me. One glance at the triumphant gleam in Karim’s eyes was enough for me.
“Is it done?” Mr Ambrose demanded before I could. “Is he ready?”
The bodyguard inclined his head. “It is done,Sahib.”
“Adequate.” Mr Ambrose motioned at the entryway. “Lead the way.”
