It had been, so far, the best weekend Khaat had ever had in her life. Brian had brought her back to where they fell in love. Back to Venice. It was lovely. He had pampered her with absolutely the best Venice had had to offer, and with more love and romance than she had ever dreamed was possible in the world. He had taken her to a beautiful dinner their first night there and had asked her, over champagne and roses, to make their common law marriage real. He was happy, he was sure, and he wanted her--for life. She knew what had happened the last time she had let her heart answer before she had time to engage her head, and she had had every intention of taking some time to think. But her heart had spoken up the instant Brian's loving words had left his lips. Her heart had accepted without a second's consultation from her head. And now she was curled up beside him in their luxurious hotel suite, as somewhere off a clock chimed 2 am. Brian was in a deep sound, contented sleep. No one knew they were here. They could breathe. She settled in and laid her head on his chest and slept, his heart beating against her ear.
Meanshile, the floo in Robert's office sprang to life. It was 2 in the afternoon for Robert. He was 12 hours behind Brian and Khaat. Brian had been specific to not tell anyone but Robert where they were going and what hotel they were staying at. Suddenly the floo sprang to life and Owen's voice called desperately for Robert.
"Do stop shouting, Man," Robert sighed tiredly.
"Where's Brian?"
"On a holiday weekend alone with Khaat," he replied.
"Oh God," Owens said. "Gelding. We caught one of his agents tonight. Gelding and his gang know where Brian is right now. They're already on their way. Robert, Brian and Khaat are going to die!"
"Angus! Jack! Steven! NOW!" Robert bellowed. "We'll take care of it, Owens. Stay on standby in case I need you."