“The world never stops,” said Smith. “There will be something else to deal with soon enough, and just the job of keeping watch takes up enough man power. Something will come up soon enough.”
CHAPTER 62
Andover, March 20
Morgan pulled the rental into his driveway and walked into his house for the first time in the past week. It was finally warm, the first morning of spring. He ached all over and it still hurt to move, but it felt good to come home.
He closed the door to the garage and turned to see Jenny standing in the kitchen, staring at him in stunned silence. A broad smile formed on his face, and she ran into his arms. She kissed him deeply, and he took in her scent, felt the warmth of her body. It was heaven.
Finally, she broke the kiss and gazed lovingly into his eyes. “So it’s really over then?”
“It’s really over,” he said.
She hugged him, and when she released he saw that there were tears in her eyes.
“How are your wrists?” he asked, holding her hands tenderly.
“Feeling a lot better.”
“Alex?”
“She’s out,” said Jenny. “Should be back to eat with us. But she’s doing okay. Less nervous since it’s hit the news that the people behind the attacks have been caught.”
He embraced her and kissed her again. But there was something else on his mind.
“Did you really mean what you said?”asked Morgan. “That you think I should stay in this line of work? That I shouldn’t quit being a spy?”
Jenny bit her lip, smiling, though her face betrayed a subtle sadness. “It’s who you are,” she said. “It’s something you can offer the world that no one else can. I won’t stand in the way of that. But I’ll be here, waiting for you every time.”
They held each other for a few moments; then Jenny pulled away. “I came in here to make lunch. Would you set the table for three, Dan?”
As he pulled the plates out of the cupboard, Morgan’s cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, then thought better of it and put it back in. Whatever it was, it could wait.