“Will you be going back to the States? If so, I’ll see what I can do to get you a new identity—”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ve always managed best on my own.”
Potter couldn’t argue that point. Dance’s one brief affiliation with the Company had almost proved fatal for him.
“I think perhaps a change in climate will suit me,” said Dance as he walked to the door. “I have never liked the dampness. Or the cold.”
“What if I need to get hold of you?”
“I’m afraid I won’t be available, Mr. Potter.”
“But—but how do I find you?”
Dance paused in the doorway. For a moment he was thoughtful. Then, with a smile, he said, “You can’t.”
* * *
IT WAS LATE afternoon when Sarah woke up. The first thing she saw was the white curtains, blowing gently beside the open window. Slowly her unfocused gazed took in the pots of red and yellow tulips, sitting in a row on the table. And then, in a chair beside her bed, she saw Nick clutching a tulip pot in his lap. He was fast asleep. His shirt was a map of wrinkles and sweat. His hair was streaked with more gray than she’d remembered. But he was smiling.
She reached over and touched his hand. With a start he woke up and looked at her with bloodshot eyes.
“Sarah,” he murmured.
“My poor, poor Nick. I think you need this bed more than I do.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Strange. Safe.”
“You are safe, Sarah.” He put the tulip pot down and took her hands. “You really are.”
She gazed at the table. “Oh, look at all the flowers!”
“I guess I overdid it. I didn’t know two dozen pots would go so far.”
They both laughed then, a tentative laugh that quickly faded. Neither of them was ready to let go of the fear. Not yet. Too much had happened. In silence he watched her and waited.
“I did see him, Nick,” she said softly. “I know I did.”
“It doesn’t matter, Sarah….”
“But it does matter. To me. Whether he was real or imagined—I saw him….” She sank back on the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. “And I’ll always wonder.”
“When you’re scared, your mind can do funny things.”
“Perhaps.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“Neither did I. Until today.”
He took her hand and pressed it to his lips. “If he was a ghost, then I owe him one. For letting me keep you.” Nick looked so rumpled, so tired, as his dark head bent down to her palm. A sudden, overwhelming wave of tenderness swept through her. He raised his head and she saw, in his tired gray eyes, the love she’d never really seen in Geoffrey’s.
“I love you, Nick,” she said. “And you’re right. Maybe, just for a moment, I was seeing things. I was so scared. And there was no one else to help me. No one but a ghost.”
“He’s dead, Sarah. Your seeing him then—at that moment—it was just your way of saying goodbye.”
There was a knock at the door. They looked up as Roy Potter stuck his head in the room. “Both awake, I see,” he said cheerily. “Can I come in?”
Sarah smiled. “Of course, Mr. Potter.”
Potter stared at the tulip pots and whistled. “Wow. What’d you do, O’Hara? Go into the flower business?”
“Just being romantic.”
“Romantic? A slob like you?” Potter winked at Sarah. “Better tell this guy to shave. Before he’s arrested for vagrancy.”
She stroked the stubble on Nick’s jaw. “I think he looks just wonderful.”
Potter shook his head in wonderment. “Just goes to prove love really is blind.” He gave Sarah a thoughtful look. “The doc says you’ll be released in the morning. You feeling up to it?”
For a few seconds, Potter regarded them in silence. “Yeah,” he said at last. “I think you’ll be all right.”
“So your operation’s wrapped up?” asked Nick.
“Just about. We’ve still got a few…details to clean up. A few things we hadn’t expected. But you know how it is in this business. For every gain you take a few losses. Those dead agents in Margate. Eve Fontaine.”
“And Geoffrey,” said Sarah softly.
Potter fell silent again. “Anyway,” he said after a pause, “what’s next for you two?”
“Home,” said Nick, taking Sarah’s hand. “We’ve got a flight back to D.C. day after tomorrow.”
“And then what?”
Nick’s eyes turned to Sarah. “I’ll let you know,” he said softly.
The room fell silent. Potter got the message, loud and clear. It was time to leave these two alone. Rising, he patted Nick on the back. “Well, good luck to both of you. I’ll put in a good word with your boss, Nick. That is, if you want your job back.”
Nick didn’t answer. His eyes were still locked with Sarah’s.
“Okay,” muttered Potter as he walked unnoticed to the door. “Then I’ll just tell old Ambrose that Nick O’Hara says go to hell.” In the doorway he turned and glanced back one last time to see Nick pulling Sarah into his arms. They didn’t say a word, but the way they held each other said everything. Potter shook his head and grinned. Yes, Simon Dance was right. Nick and Sarah would be happy together.
Suddenly the afternoon sun burst through the clouds and flooded the room so brightly Potter had to squint. At that instant, Nick took Sarah’s face in his hands and kissed her. And as he watched their lips meet, it seemed to Roy Potter that all the world’s shadows had suddenly vanished, taking with them forever the ghost of Geoffrey Fontaine.
* * * * *
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