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by Louise Bagshawe


  He wanted to fall on her. To take her where she stood. But Craig was still standing there.

  ‘Press are waiting outside. You guys are the big story today. Innocent vics, all that stuff. They got TV crews, most of the tabloids. I can smuggle you out in a car if you want.’

  ‘That’d be great,’ Lisa said immediately. ‘Thank you, Craig.’

  ‘You want to hire some bodyguards. You’ll be harassed by the public for six months at least. And the money, there’s always the money. Abduction is a real threat.’

  ‘My lawyer’s setting it up now. Thanks again.’

  Craig Gordon looked from one to the other. ‘I’ll give you guys a minute,’ he said, and shut the door.

  Sam walked over to Lisa, took her in his arms, and kissed her like he never wanted to let her go.

  ‘What did he mean, the money?’

  ‘They cleared me,’ Lisa muttered against his chest. ‘I inherit. The family’s suing, but the money’s mine. And the lawyers say I’m keeping it.’

  Sam stiffened. ‘How much?’

  ‘A bit over two hundred million dollars,’ Lisa whispered.

  ‘Holy shit,’ he said.

  ‘We can give it away,’ she offered, and he felt her heart speed up against his chest. ‘I don’t want it to come between us. I don’t want anything to come between us.’

  Sam laughed and kissed her again, feeling her lips melt into his, feeling her body lift helplessly to him.

  ‘Give some away. Keep some. Buy Hans his jet. Who cares. Let’s get the fuck out of here and get to an airport. You want to go to the Caymans?’

  ‘Are you going to be there?’ she asked, kissing him again. ‘Anywhere is good if you’re there.’

  ‘Yeah. I’m going to be there.’ He couldn’t believe the happiness that was flooding him. ‘Every day for the rest of our lives.’

  ‘Was that a proposal?’ Lisa asked, and she circled her arms around his neck.

  ‘It sure was.’

  They kissed gently for a minute, in each other’s embrace.

  ‘I’d love to marry you,’ Lisa said. ‘I think I can do better second time around.’

  ‘Would be hard to do worse.’

  They laughed. Craig Gordon knocked, and opened the door, and they followed him out through the office, holding hands, still running, running from the press and the hangers-on, running to the airport, running to their new life.

 

 

 


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