“Like this?” Pru laughed. “You realize I’m still dressed, right? Oh Lord, maybe you are gay.”
Still smiling, she undid the top two buttons of the dress, and then the third and fourth. Win tried to appear undaunted by the full, round tops of her breasts, breasts much fuller than he’d expect for someone of her tiny frame.
Eyes fixed on Pru, Win labored to extricate himself from his own clothes. His pants caught on his knees and he had to brace himself against a dresser to stay upright.
“You are outstandingly uncoordinated, aren’t you?” Pru said as she threw her dress overhead, revealing gauzy pink underpants beneath. As it turned out, she wore no bra.
Win was in his undergarments but it hardly mattered, so obvious was his, ahem, reaction to the display. Poor bastard, acting like a bloody rookie.
Within seconds they were both stripped to nothing and on the bed. Her skin, it was so damned warm. And soft. It almost tasted that way too. How she felt beneath him, and him atop her, it was as if they’d practiced, studied, and hired private tutors to get it so astoundingly right.
And then.
“Win!” said a voice, followed by a thud on the door. “Win! Open up!”
The couple froze. A piece of Win’s hair dropped down and tickled Pru’s forehead. She wiggled out from under him. He lifted up onto an elbow but kept one hand protectively on the soft, low part of her belly.
“Is that your brother?” she whispered.
“Jamie, now is not a good time,” Win barked. Then added: “The worst possible time, actually.”
“It’s important. Might I come in?”
He was already walking through the door as Win said, “Absolutely not.”
“Sorry, mate,” Jamie said. “You can get back to the shagging in a jiff.”
Pru groaned and threw both arms over her eyes.
“Someone had better be dying,” Win said.
“A very urgent-sounding fellow rang about an hour ago. Called himself Tom.”
“Tom?” Pru removed the arms from her face. She turned toward the tall, mop-haired figure in the doorway. “Tom? Mrs. Spencer’s handyman?”
“That’s the chap,” Jamie said. “He was calling from Banbury. And wouldn’t you know it, the old bird is there too.”
“Mrs. Spencer is in Banbury!” Pru gasped.
She looked at Win.
When was the last time they’d seen her? Neither could remember exactly. It could’ve been that morning, or last Tuesday. Pru was embarrassed by how myopic she’d been, traipsing around the city with Win. She was an employee of the Grange and there she was, in Paris, drawing a salary to flirt and dance.
“Did she take her luggage?” Win asked. “Her minks?”
“I checked her room and there’s not a personal effect in sight. But, here’s the kicker, the bloody place is socked in by wooden crates. A damned storage unit, right here in our home.”
“Christ,” Win said. “Do you know how long she’s been away?”
“Several days, apparently. All that and she’s had herself some visitors.”
“The Marlboroughs,” Win guessed.
“Righto. There’s also an American looking for you.”
He pointed at Pru.
“Shit!” she said.
Edith Junior. Come to take her home. Now Pru could never make a case that she was vital to Mrs. Spencer and had to stay on given that caregiver and charge were in two entirely different countries and Pru hadn’t even known.
“Goddamn it,” Pru said, inching up into a seated position. She pulled the sheet taut over her breasts. “She tricked us. Mrs. Spencer tricked us! I don’t know how or why, but she did!”
“Luv, it’s okay,” Win said and ran his hand along her leg. “I’m sure she had her reasons. Jamie, thanks for the information. Now feel free to take your leave.”
“Have fun, you two. But keep it down, would ya? I have an early morning.”
As Jamie slunk away, Pru turned toward Win.
“This is not good,” she said.
Pru was worried, and not only about her employment prospects or immigration status.
“Those people in Banbury,” she said. “Something’s not right. What if Mrs. Spencer gets taken advantage of? Or injured in some way?”
“You were the one who said she was being histrionic.”
“Well, they showed up, didn’t they? Just as she said. And she was also right about Edith and the Marlboroughs being in cahoots.”
“We don’t know that,” he said.
“They’ll take her away!”
“Why are you so up in arms? Having kittens over a few uninvited guests? No one wants to take her away. Even if they did, she’s probably better off under the care of a doctor. She broke a leg three years ago and never got it fixed!”
“Don’t you get it, Seton?” Pru said. “If she goes, so do I. She’s the only reason I’m even here.”
Win jolted, as if slapped. He’d never considered a situation in which Pru would be gone.
“Have you and Gads worked things out?” Pru said, her voice climbing. “This mysterious plot you’re cooking? Because it’d be most helpful if Gads could tell us what’s going on. I’m afraid I’ll … I’m just afraid.”