“Trust him, he says.”True to his word, Jack arranged a room down the hall from his. It wasn’t a suite, but it was a definite improvement over their room at the B&B. No more freezing cold trips down the hall in the middle of the night. And, hopefully no Nazis.“Well, he did save our lives.”Simon looked at his watch. “We’ll give it another few minutes.”“And then?” Elizabeth said with more bite than she’d meant. She’d anticipated this conversation and dreaded having it. Her nerves were so frayed around the edges, one tug and she was sure she would unravel.“Leave. Leave this hotel, leave this city.”“We can’t do that.”“Of course we can. Or have you forgotten that we were nearly killed an hour ago?”She held up the ice bag. That seemed to suitably chasten him.“I’m sorry.”“Don’t be.” She knew, as ridiculous as it was, he blamed himself for what happened to them. Simon still wore the world, at least her part of it, on his shoulders. She got up from the bed and took his hands in hers.
