The Heretic’s Treasure. Scott Mariani
a surprise,’ she said. ‘I wasn’t expecting you. Normally Jeff comes to fetch me.’
‘Jeff likes you too much. I don’t want him getting too distracted.’
She chuckled. ‘Don’t worry. Jeff’s a nice guy, but he’s not my type.’
‘So you’re not into tall, dark and handsome.’
Brooke shot him a mischievous smirk. ‘I prefer tall, blond and handsome.’
He ignored that. ‘Let me take your bag.’ He took her holdall and they walked out to the car park.
‘So how’s business?’ she asked as they drove.
‘Business is good. How’s London?’
‘As ever,’ she said, rolling her eyes. ‘I’m getting tired of it. Been there too long. Need a change.’
‘I know the feeling.’
‘Speaking of which, I’ve taken a few days off. I needed the break. OK with you if I hang around here a few extra days?’
‘No problem,’ he said. ‘Stay as long as you want.’
On the way back Ben made a brief detour to the local vineyard to pick up some cases of wine. With the Land Rover loaded up, they headed back to Le Val.
‘My God,’ Brooke exclaimed as they drove through the gates and up towards the house. ‘You finished it.’
Ben glanced at where she was pointing. ‘The new gym? The roof went on two days ago.’
‘Every time I come here, some new building has sprung up. Don’t tell me-you did it yourself
‘Not all of it. Just the walls and the flooring. I couldn’t lift the roof beams on my own.’
‘You’re crazy. Remember, all work and no play…’
‘Makes Ben a dull boy?’
‘Or breaks his back. You don’t need to do it all, Ben. Let your hair down a bit. Enjoy yourself a little. You’re not forty yet.’
He laughed as he pulled up in front of the farmhouse and killed the Land Rover’s engine. ‘Maybe you’re right.’
‘I have an idea. Didn’t you tell me you had an apartment in Paris?’
The small, spartan flat had been a gift from a client years ago, after Ben had rescued his child from kidnappers. ‘It’s hardly an apartment, Brooke. And I’ve been thinking of selling it anyway. What did you have in mind?’
‘Well, since tomorrow’s the last day of the course, maybe when I’m done lecturing we could jump in that shiny new Mini Cooper you never seem to use and head over there. It’s just a hop and a skip up the road. A couple of days in Paris will be good for you.’
He hesitated. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Come on. Jeff can manage without you here, you know. It’ll be fun.’
He stared at her. ‘You and me together in Paris?’
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. ‘Why not?’
‘My place only has one bedroom.’
She didn’t reply as Ben stepped down from the Land Rover, threw open the back door and grabbed her bag. Storm jumped out, tail wagging, and headed for the barns.
After Ben had carried her bag inside and Brooke had gone to freshen up, he went over to the office to attend to some paperwork and check with Jeff that the trainees were happy and feeling looked after.
Jeff told him that he was taking the guys out in the van that evening, for a steak-frites and a few beers at the village brasserie. ‘You fancy coming along too?’ As he said it, he was opening drawers and sifting through papers.
Ben shook his head. ‘Another time. What are you looking for?’
‘The bloody number for those security-fence guys.’
‘4642891,’ Ben said instantly.
‘How do you do that?’
‘Do what?’
‘Remember numbers like that.’
Ben shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I just can. Always could.’
‘Beats me,’ Jeff said, picking up the phone.
Dark was falling by the time Ben and Brooke sat down to eat in the farmhouse kitchen. Dinner was a rustic beef and olive stew with rice, and a bottle of the red wine they’d picked up earlier.
‘I still can’t believe how quickly you’ve got this place up and running,’ she said. ‘You’ve done an amazing amount in such a short time.’
‘I might need you to come over more often, if things keep moving at this rate. Can you make it back here again in two weeks’ time?’
‘Love to. I like it here. I feel at home.’
‘Me too.’
She cocked her head, resting her chin on her hand, watching him. ‘You know what, Hope? In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you like this. You actually look happy.’
He smiled. ‘You know what? I actually think I am.’
Brooke was about to answer when the phone rang from the kitchen sideboard. Ben tutted.
‘Why don’t you leave it? If it’s important, they’ll call back.’
‘Better answer it.’ He stood up and went to grab the phone. ‘Hello?’ He glanced at Brooke, as if to say, this wont take a minute.
But then he heard the voice on the other end of the line. It shook him to the core, instantly transported him back.
It was a voice he hadn’t heard for a long time, and hadn’t expected to hear again. He took the phone into the adjoining study and shut the door behind him.
When he came out five minutes later, Brooke saw the frown on his face. ‘Is everything all right, Ben?’
He made no reply, and instead went back over to the sideboard, took out a bottle and a glass, cracked the seal and poured out a large measure. He suddenly remembered Brooke and grabbed a second glass. ‘Sorry,’ he muttered distractedly. ‘Want some?’
‘Sure. Something wrong?’
For an instant it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her, but he decided against it and shook his head. ‘It’s fine. Nothing.’
‘I can see it’s not nothing,’ Brooke said. ‘Bad news?’
‘I told you. It’s not important.’ He handed her the Scotch. Drained his own glass in a gulp and slumped in his chair at the table. There was silence between them. He refilled his glass. She’d barely started her first.
‘Hey, where did the conversation go?’ she said with a laugh.
‘I’m sorry,’ he muttered. He looked at his watch. ‘Listen, it’s getting late. I’m a little tired. Maybe I’ll turn in.’
‘I’ll take care of the dishes.’
‘Leave them. I’ll deal with it in the morning.’ He stood up, scraping his chair over the flagstones.
‘See you tomorrow, then,’ she said. ‘Sweet dreams.’
But he barely registered it as he walked slowly out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs to his apartment.
His heart was pounding and his stomach clenched.