Through the high-set window, she spied a pair of legs clad in dark trousers and button-up demi boots pacing back and forth in the service courtyard. Nick, she quickly deduced. She traversed the corridor, snatched a cloak from the row of pegs near the door, and tossed it around her shoulders. A biting wind circling the courtyard enveloped her as soon as she stepped out the door. She spied Nick immediately. He wore only his suit, with no overcoat or even a scarf to ward off the cold. By the looks of things, he must have been out there a good long time; he had worn a path in the snow nearly down to the cobbles. “Nick, whatever are you doing out here?” He came to an abrupt halt and laughed. Not a happy laugh, but edged in bitterness. “What am I doing?” He laughed again. “Wondering where to go and what to do next.” The acrimony in his voice made her hold her ground, shivering, rather than move closer to him. “I don’t understand.” “My employer is gone, Eva. In essence, I am sacked without a reference.”
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