Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 18

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Ten minutes later, up to our chests in warm water and foam, I fill the flutes, passing them across.

“’Scuse me a mo,” says Charlotte, then slides under the surface. She rises again a few seconds later, snorting bubbles.

“How do you feel now?” I ask.

James tips his glass to me, smiling, but he doesn’t speak. Then, his lids drooping, he looks away.

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Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago

I step out, feeling bright. Everything is going perfectly.

Bech’s done well…

Nothing like a little competition to get the prices up

Another shipment like that and I can open the east wing at Blessingmoors…

So Yakovlevski wants a mix...

A couple of leggy Russian types ought to fit in well…

Back to Helsinki…

But first I want to see the apartment. Keys jingling in my pocket, I head out.

Will she like it?

But as the lock turns smoothly and the door clicks open, my doubts settle.

What's not to like?

The space is bright and airy, morning sunshine spilling through panes and onto, as I requested, new flooring and walls painted in cool neutral colours.

Much better than what she has…

And she can soon put her own stamp on it…

The carpets are deep and thick. Nonetheless, my footsteps echo in the empty rooms.

To furnish or not to furnish…?

Let her choose from the start?

Or furnish first then she can change it to suit herself?

in the style

Not easy…

No.

window overlooks the harbour, the better part with the marina, small shops selling souvenirs and knick-knacks and bars that play host to students and

She’ll like that…

she’d like to run a

Sell her own

She’s artistic…

and talented…

Don’t get distracted.

the apartment, the room is yet

How to play this…?

Bookshelves…

Definitely.

Double bed...?

occurs to me that I have never

doesn’t take

she has a

a decision and head out for one of the

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Her phone rings.

“Hello?”

Larry. I was wondering,

you at the

to show you something. I’ll

“That’s great. What time?”

“About two?”

“I’ll see you then.”

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a track in the carpet. I turn down the music a trifle,

and gloves I bought her in Finland, enfolded in a huge woollen shawl and with a scarf covering half her face. Poking out from under the shawl

the

read the thermometer, but that damp breeze…” She shivers. “Hope you don’t mind…” She looks sheepish as she slips off the boots and fishes low-heeled court shoes from her bag. In a shade

I take her wrap, she offers

sit by the fire. What would you like

“Lovely.”

mug cradled in both hands as she perches on a stool by the flames, she looks around.

all new. Waiting to have the owner’s stamp on it. On which subject, let's see

large and bulky, enveloped in a towel and even

falls away,

… extraordinary…

this is one of yours, isn’t it? I recognise your style from

to

yes.

I painted it to

hell does she do

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