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had taken up residence there when he’d made his decision, notified the potential client. He’d done work for the man before, successfully of course. Perhaps it was that which made the client so angry. Perhaps not.
    He was unsure which reaction concerned him more, the lack of respect for their previous relationship or the vicious severing of their business when he’d refused the contract. He knew people, their reactions, their reasoning. It made him good at what he did. Perhaps that was why he knew this would not end here, not with this client.
    â€œNow what? Will you let him know? Will you tell Davros that he’s targeted?”
    â€œHe knows this, I am sure,” he said dismissively, knowing it to be true, but giving her the opening to continue the discussion.
    â€œHe doesn’t know about this one. You said—” She stopped and he could feel her hesitation.
    â€œNein.” He stopped her kneading hands by spinning in the chair, gripping them in his own. “Do not hide your thoughts from me. We must be clear together, always, ja ?”
    She sighed and kissed him as he pulled her into his lap. She fit there with remarkable ease, something he never failed to appreciate.
    â€œI am sentimental,” she said hesitantly. “I know he had nothing to do with our finally being together—you took care of that.” When he frowned, she saw it and added, “Yes, I know, we both played our parts. But his situation with the art fraud, the way his people dug it out, gave us a cover and an opportunity that might not have come up for several more years.” She smiled and he loved her all the more. Everything about her lit him from within.
    â€œYou want me to warn him.” He said it matter-of-factly. He knew this was what she did want. It would not be the easiest, or perhaps the wisest course, but for her, for sentiment, he would do it if she asked.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œHmmm,” was all he said, shifting her to lean on his shoulder, enjoying the feel of her lithe body in his arms, on his lap. As always, she waited while he thought it through. No questions, no pleading. This was another thing he loved about her. She was clear, concise. If he asked for reasoning, she would give it, though perhaps in this case she wouldn’t since she’d already admitted she was motivated by sentiment, perhaps even superstition.
    His decision made, he straightened and she looked him in the eye, a connection that few others would ever make, a looking into his very soul. For that, as much as anything, he would take on the world for her, anyone and anything.
    â€œIt will be difficult. I will need to be away, you know this.”
    â€œJa, mein liebchen.” She spoke the words with precision and care. She was learning German so she could greet his mother in that tongue, when they met. That trip would be in summer and he was looking forward to it. One step closer to their wedding.
    â€œGut,” he praised. “I will need to think. Go on to sleep, I will come join you soon.”
    Without another word, but with the warmest of looks, she stood. Bending forward, she kissed him. The connection was strong, powerful and intoxicating. It captured him and blocked out every other thought. When it ended, he felt renewed, alive.
    â€œMake it soon.”
    He watched her leave, heard her kiss the boy, even caught the faint rustle of the sheets and blankets as she got into bed.
    His Caroline.
    He could refuse her very little, and since his inclination ran parallel with hers, he wouldn’t refuse her this.
    Decision made, he began to plan. He would sell this house as soon as they left in the morning. It had been a good bolt-hole in his single days, but it was too dangerous to keep any longer. It was unlikely that anyone would trace it to him, but there were other properties. His corporation would sell it at a loss, he was sure, given the market, but no matter. The proceeds would go to