56
She moved so silently, Mike never heard her coming.
One moment he was staring at the Persian carpet and wondering at quite what it was doing on an Israeli’s poker plane. He assumed Jeremy would already have analyzed how it had been woven as a single piece to perfectly fit the entire plane from wall to wall.
The next moment he was staring down at the dim outline of Holly’s socks. No big toe sticking out, though they still didn’t match. When he looked up, she was holding out a hand. Her gold-blonde hair caught enough light to see her tip her head toward the back of the plane.
Toward the bedrooms.
He tried to push to his feet, but not even her offer could get him moving. She reached down and took his hand, hauling him up.
Still holding his hand, she guided them aft. When he shifted h
