Sylvie Stories – 1. Walking the Edge
“We’re close to an arrest,” Rob confides.
“Of course, Detective. You always get your man.”
“Or woman,” he muses. I laugh.
During our magical afternoon together, he never mentions the jewel robbery.
“Pick me up at eight.”
I wear my favorite pale green silk, trying on the magnificent emeralds just for fun.
He arrives early, surprising me, views the bracelet with alarm.
I can’t bear the expression in his blue eyes.
“It’s paste, silly,” I lie.
He’s the love of my life. I’d do anything for him, except abandon my life’s work.
Someday I’ll explain.
But not today.