One week had passed since the warehouse was attacked and the phone call. Gerald remained tense, although no new strike had come. Gerald used the quiet to tighten every line of defense. Extra men watched the estate. Routes were changed and altered. Old contacts were pressed for information. The name of the unknown caller still sat like a stone in the back of his mind.
Lily spent the week healing. The last of the deep bruises faded. She moved without sharp pain now, though her body still carried a dull ache when she pushed too hard. She ate properly, slept longer, and kept her distance when the weight of her own feelings became too much. The kiss on her cheek almost a week ago still lingered in her thoughts. She hated how easily it had affected her.
By the time the weekend of Don Eduardo’s
