Sarah lifted her legs and put her ankles on Stone’s shoulders. “Now,” she said, “all the way in.”
Stone gave her everything. They lasted longer this time, changing positions, trying this and that—every orifice, every erotic pressure point, until in one final, earth-rocking spasm, they gave in to the climax, both crying out.
From down the hall, Stone heard Dino’s voice.
“Can you two hold it down a little? A guy could get horny.”
“Want me to go take care of that?” Sarah asked Stone from his shoulder.
“Remember Mary Ann,” Stone said. “She’d track you down and kill you. Never underestimate a Sicilian woman.”
“Good point,” Sarah said, and they fell asleep.
47
AFTER BREAKFAST, SARAH LEFT THE house, and Stone called Lance Cabot.
“Hello?” He sounded sleepy.
“It’s Stone; I’m ready to deal on this thing, if you’re ready to talk.”
“How soon can you get the money together?”
“I faxed my broker yesterday; the funds can be transferred with a phone call. But not until you’ve told me everything.”
“Lunch?”
“Where?”
“At the Connaught again?”
“I’ve moved out of the Connaught.”
“Why?”
“I discovered yesterday that Hedger had put a tail on me. Last night, I moved to another hotel, a lot farther from the embassy.”
“Which hotel?”
“I’ll keep that to myself.”
“What’s the matter, do you think Hedger and I are in league?”
“I doubt that.”
“How can I reach you?”
“I’ve rented a cellphone.” Stone gave him the number.
“All right, there’s a restaurant out west of London called the Waterside Inn, in a village called Bray; do you know it?”
“I’ll find it.”
“I’ll pick you up, if you like.”
“No, I have some other things to do; I’ll meet you there.”
“One o’clock?”