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The Mistake on the Bench
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REBORN TO MARRY MY MAFIA ENEMY Page Forty
Malcolm Kade found the thing on a Tuesday in January, in the public filings of a company he had no business reading, at ten past eleven at night, with a cold cup of tea and a magnifying glass, and for the first time in twenty years he felt the old pleasure.It rose in him like a draught under a door. He knew it at once. It was the clean, cold, intimate delight of a man who has seen a pattern before anyone else, the small hard click of a lock turning. He sat very still at Ruth's dining table, with the Northgate annual returns spread in front of him, and felt his mind, which he had spent two years teaching to be gentle, begin quietly to count.Northgate's rates on the northern coast had fallen nineteen percent since September. Sera had spent four months watching customers drift away, and her board had begun to ask, in carefully worded letters, whether the routes could be sustained. Nobody could understand how Vane did it. His trucks were new, his pension generous, his drivers paid on ti
REBORN TO MARRY MY MAFIA ENEMY Only Paper
It was the nineteenth of December, a Friday, and snow had fallen in the night. The light through the tall windows was cold and blue and brilliant, and under it the long oak floor had been swept and scrubbed and laid out with sixty chairs, borrowed by Mr. Duffy from a church hall. A trestle table stood at the head of the room with a white cloth, a tray of Adeline's cardamom buns, and six white envelopes."Mum," said Tam, coming down the stair three at a time. "You came.""I swapped the shift." She looked him up and down, the blue coat, taken in at the shoulders now by Lena's sister, the pressed shirt, the hair he had cut himself in the loft bathroom with kitchen scissors. Her mouth did something complicated. "You look like somebody.""I am somebody.""I know." Her voice was very low. "I tell the ladies at the office. I say, my son has a job at the harbor. They say, doing what? And I say, he is an apprentice." She pressed her lips together. "I like how it sounds. It has a shape."He cou
REBORN TO MARRY MY MAFIA ENEMY The Fern
Dr. Harriet Hale had watered the fern at ten minutes to four, as she had done every working day for thirty one years, and she had spoken to it, as she had done every working day for thirty one years, in a low voice and at some length."It is the Vosses," she told it. "I think they are going to be told today. I do not know how to say it. I have had the speech in my head since August and it has been getting worse."The fern, a Boston, enormous and lustrous and faintly smug, turned its fronds toward the window in the thin gold light of the late November afternoon and offered no advice.It was a small, quiet, familiar room. She looked at it now with the unsparing fondness of one who has seen it from the same chair for three decades. The oatmeal rug, much worn. The three armchairs in their loose triangle. The window, with its plane trees stripped bare and the last few leaves clinging, brown and curled, to the topmost twigs. She had thought, a year ago, that she would see out another ten ye
REBORN TO MARRY MY MAFIA ENEMY The Wrong Word
Aksel Lindqvist met his daughter's young man on the quay at half past six in the morning, in the dark, in a gale, and did not say a single word until they were a mile out to sea.It was the second Saturday of November. The ferry had put Julian ashore at the end of a long, gray, rain slashed pier in a village at the very top of the coast, a huddle of tarred houses and drying racks, and he had stood there in his second best coat, with a bag in one hand and an umbrella that had turned inside out on the gangway, looking about him for somebody to be afraid of. He had found him by a small blue fishing boat, a gaunt, upright, weathered man in oilskins and a black wool cap, with a face like something carved off a cliff and a pipe clenched upside down in the corner of his mouth against the wet."Mr. Lindqvist," Julian had shouted over the wind. "I am a friend of Mara's."The old man had looked at the coat, and the umbrella, and the shoes. After a very long pause he said, "Can you swim?""Yes."
REBORN TO MARRY MY MAFIA ENEMY The Mistake on the Bench
Rafe Okonkwo had been a loader for six years, and in all that time he had never been timed in the toilet.It was a Tuesday in the third week of October, and the rain was coming down on the Northgate northern depot like a gray curtain, and he was standing at bay six with a pallet jack and a tablet strapped to his forearm that buzzed, softly and insistently, every ninety seconds. It was a very good tablet. It told him where to go and what to lift. It told him, in a calm green font, how many seconds he had spent standing still, compared with the team average, and whether he was trending up or down.He was trending down. He had stopped to wipe the rain from his face."Rafe," said a quiet voice, behind him.It was Bettina, in her new orange Northgate jacket, with her hair tied up under a cap, looking like a woman who had not slept in a month. He had known her seven years. She had three children. Her husband had been on short time since March. She had voted, in the council, with Rafe, for t
REBORN TO MARRY MY MAFIA ENEMY \Without Asking
Sera found out about the money from her own lawyer, on a Thursday, in the middle of an unrelated sentence.It was ten past eleven in the morning, in Delphine's small, tidy, book lined office above the harbor, and they were going through the northern profit share agreement, clause by clause, for the third time. Delphine, in a gray cardigan, with a pen behind each ear, was turning pages with the brisk rhythm of a woman who disliked being interrupted, and she said, not looking up, "And of course, once the foundation structure is finalized for Mr. Voss's training project, we shall want to align the governance language, but I gather the initial tranche is already in place."It was such a small sentence. Sera felt it pass her ear like a breeze through a door, and did not move."The initial tranche," she said."The wage fund. The two million." Delphine turned a page. "He was very specific that it come from his personal holdings and not the house. I thought that was sensible. It keeps the Vos
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