Tony had joined her at the window and they watched a tall thin figure step out of the vehicle and approach the front of the chateau.‘We wait.’ ‘For what, exactly?’He let out a heavy sigh, glared at her and placed a finger to his lips. The front door slammed shut. Tony pointed at the desk and ordered her to get under it. He wedged himself in beside her.‘What happens now?’ Lorne asked, her back already beginning to ache in the cramped space.‘And I wonder why I prefer to work alone,’ he mumbled, tilting his head to listen. They both heard movements coming from the kitchen below. Lorne let his sarcasm slip by.Twenty minutes later, the cramp in her legs, likely his too, felt unbearable. They heard heavy footfalls on the stairs. Lorne listened, her heart furiously pounding, when a door closed further down the hallway. Still neither of them dared to move. Tony whispered, ‘Give it half an hour, then we’ll make a move, all right?’‘My legs won’t hold out that long,’ she whined, tears of frustration springing to her eyes.‘Okay, ten more minutes.
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