“Lionel’s convinced Alexandria will fall.”
“Then he should have a word with Elliott.”
“Elliott? What does Elliott know about anything?”
“Considerably more than he likes to let on.”
She kissed him tenderly on the lips. “You’re so sweet and trusting.”
A part of him bristled at her condescending tone, and normally he would have reacted. He didn’t because he wanted to steer the conversation back to the question of her imminent departure, and for reasons that showed him to be neither sweet nor trusting.
“Did Lionel say exactly when he’s leaving?”
“Monday. They’re still making repairs to the
Four days was nothing. He was going to have to move fast, push things along.
“He said you’ll be staying on for a bit, maybe moving in with the Reynolds in Saint Julian’s.”
“Not anymore. The sea transport officer has booked me on a seaplane from Kalafrana the next day.”
“So what’s this, then? Goodbye?”
“I suppose. And I couldn’t leave without telling you.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
“Oh, it’s more than that.”
She lapsed into an unnerving silence.
“Mitzi
She took his hand and placed it gently on her belly. The negligee had long since been discarded, and his palm was rough against the soft skin around her navel.
He was about to speak when it dawned on him.
“I’m thinking something.” He twisted onto his side to face her. “Am I wrong?”
“No. It’s yours.”
“Are you sure?”
“It can’t be his.”
“He was away on patrol?”
“Even if he’d been here.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s very simple.”
They had tried and tried to have a child, Mitzi explained, but it hadn’t worked. Leaping to the assumption that she must be to blame for their fruitless efforts, Lionel had dispatched her to a doctor in London just before the war, unaware that she’d already visited two Harley Street specialists, both of whom had given her a clean bill of health. The third was of exactly the same opinion: that everything was in fine working order, and that the fault most likely lay with her husband. She still wasn’t sure why she had lied to Lionel, presumably to protect his over-heightened sense of masculinity, but that’s what she had done, casting herself as the barren wife to spare him the shame.
Conveniently, the war had come along soon after, allowing them to ignore the issue. Neither of them wished to bring a child into a turbulent world. But that, it seemed, was exactly what was about to happen.
“It’s early days still, but it’s the real thing. I know it is.”
Max struggled to find the words. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to have a child, Max.”
“My child? Or any child?”
“It’s probably my only chance.”
“Not if you take another lover.”
“That’s not fair. I didn’t set out to get pregnant by you.”
“An unfortunate slip, then?”
“Rationing.”
“Rationing?” he scoffed.
“Malnutrition. It messes with our menstrual cycles. If you don’t believe me, ask Lilian.”
He had never heard Mitzi mention Lilian’s name before. In fact, he’d had no idea she was even aware of Lilian’s existence.
“From what I hear, you know her well enough to ask,” Mitzi added archly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means please don’t play the saint with me. For all I know, you were seeing her at the same time as
