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      ‘Their breakfast special is lentil soup, a loaf of sourdough and a big chunk of cheese.’

      ‘Go get ’em, Tiger. Bring me back a cup of tea,’ she muttered and hung up.

      Trig grinned and shoved the sheet aside, suddenly hungry to seize the day. She hadn’t said no and she hadn’t been wary. She hadn’t said, ‘Darling, come make me yours,’ yet either, but that was pure fantasy anyway.

      He got breakfast.

      He went walking and found the gate where Lena would meet up with Carter and set about exploring exit options and observation points. By the time the seven a.m. prayer session sounded, he was back at the hotel and knocking on Lena’s door, takeaway tea in one hand and a tub of yoghurt and honey in the other.

      ‘Breakfast,’ he said when she opened the door, and she let him through and closed the door behind him and yawned.

      She looked like a waif. A little too slender, a halo of tangled black hair and those startling bluish-grey eyes, smudged with black lashes. A modelling agency had offered to contract her once after seeing her on the beach. Surfing sponsors had come after her too. She’d turned down both offers with startled surprise. Couldn’t see what they’d seen in her. Didn’t want what they’d offered anyway.

      ‘Is this the courting you?’ she wanted to know as he set the tea and yoghurt on the table.

      ‘This is the impatient me,’ he said. ‘You’ve seen this me before. I’m waiting to see if you want me to court you before I start that.’

      ‘My mistake.’ Lena smirked and carefully removed the lid on her tea. ‘What’s got you all pepped up?’

      ‘You mean besides wanting to know if you’ll go out with me?’

      ‘Yeah, besides that. Because I’m not awake enough yet to make a definitive decision on that. I couldn’t think clearly enough to make a decision on it last night either.’

      ‘Red wine does that.’

      ‘True.’ She sipped at her tea and let out an appreciative sigh. ‘So you’re happy this morning because...’

      ‘You have got to see this bazaar.’

      ‘You’re excited about shopping?’

      ‘It’s not shopping, it’s haggling. It’s a blood sport.’

      ‘Is anything even open yet?’

      ‘Couple of stalls are.’

      ‘What did you buy?’

      ‘Carpet. But I haven’t bought it yet. I’ve just had it set aside so I can think about it.’

      ‘Uh-huh. How much?’

      ‘That’s what we’re negotiating.’

      ‘Ballpark.’

      ‘It’s a really nice carpet. Silk.’

      ‘Uh-huh.’

      Seven thousand dollars was a lot to pay for a two metre by one point six metre bit of mat that people walked on. ‘It’s an investment piece.’

      ‘Is it magic?’

      ‘I didn’t ask. Maybe you should come with me when I go back.’

      ‘When are you going back?’

      ‘After I’ve shopped around.’

      ‘Who are you and what have you done with Trig?’

      ‘Could be I’m nesting,’ he said. Way to harp on a tricky subject. ‘You all the way awake yet?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Because if you are, now would be a good time to tell me if you’re going to go out with me.’

      ‘Still weighing the pros and cons.’

      There was just no rushing her these days. ‘I brought you breakfast. That would be a pro.’

      ‘You also woke me up at five a.m.’

      ‘You’re welcome.’

      He could make her snort. That had to count for something.

      ‘How’s the body this morning?’

      ‘Functional,’ she said around a mouthful of yoghurt. ‘Stop fussing. Boyfriends don’t fuss.’

      ‘Now you’re just making shit up.’

      ‘No, I’m pretty sure it’s true.’

      He shook his head, slid her a sideways glance. ‘Pursuit aside, how are we tracking with regards to our regular relationship? The one that doesn’t have me in knots. We good?’

      ‘Yeah.’ She sounded a little uncertain. ‘We’re good.’

      * * *

      They made it through the morning, mostly because Trig headed back out again to look at carpets, and then it was time to meet Carter, with Lena taking point and Trig bleeding into the bustle at the gate. Another tourist, one of many, and maybe he was meeting someone or perhaps he was just taking a breather before diving into the next shop full of goodies. Either way, nothing untoward here.

      He spotted Carter moments before the older man made him, but they didn’t acknowledge each other. He and Carter had worked together before, albeit briefly, back in the days when Carter had worked for ASIS. Carter would know Trig was running surveillance on the meet. Carter probably had someone else doing the same.

      Carter approached Lena and held out his hands and she took them and smiled as he kissed her on each cheek. Old acquaintances and all for show. Trig ground his teeth and watched some more as Carter and Lena strolled through the gate and into the bazaar, their pace leisurely and their conversation animated.

      Trig made a process out of checking his phone as he waited to see who else might be headed that way before he too took a stroll. It was a busy gate. A lot of people followed Carter and Lena into the bazaar.

      He kept them in sight while he browsed and they browsed and then five minutes later Carter bought Lena a scoop full of candied citrus, presented it to her with a smile, kissed her once again on each cheek and, between one blink and the next, disappeared into the ether.

      Lena didn’t look back at Trig; she knew this game too well for that. She bought three silk scarves and a handful of sugared almonds. She paused outside a shop filled with carpets and the vendor—and probably his brother—instantly tried to woo her in. She offered them almonds, which they refused. They offered her apple tea, and carpet viewing, which she refused. With a great deal of hand waving all round, everyone called it quits and Lena moved on.

      No one but Trig followed her, and no one followed him, but he stayed on her tail just that little bit longer because they didn’t know СКАЧАТЬ