The Lion's Courtship: An Anna Kronberg Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Breakfast, or…something?’ Garret asks, his knuckles white against the brownish cup. ‘I have to leave.’ She pushes up and all colour drains from her face. Her elbows quiver. With a sigh, she lays her head back onto the pillow. ‘Stay,’ he says softly, trying not to sound as though he’s begging. His palm on her forehead feels like a cold stone too close to the fire. ‘I need to send a wire,’ she murmurs. ‘To Guy’s.’ ‘I can send Barry with a message.’ ‘No!’ she cries, afraid the boy will talk about a “Miss Kronberg,” which would be the end of her career. ‘I’ll write it. You bring it to the telegraph office. They cannot know that I live here.’ A weak excuse, but good enough, it appears. Garret’s raised eyebrows settle back to where they belong. He stands up and rummages in his cupboard, swears, then returns to her side and pushes his hands under the mattress, probing left, then right. ‘There it is.’ He extracts a small notepad and a stump of a pencil.
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