Martin held her to him, chuckling at the name, love nest. He supposed that was exactly what it would be.

“Then I’ll get us a ‘love nest’ this week.” He had money and unique connections; he could make it happen. “Then I’ll come get you.” That way no address was ever in writing to cover their tracks. Just in case of course.

“I as well,” he kissed the top of her head affectionately as they lay in the soft sheets. “I had thought many nights about having you in my arms when I woke.” And it would finally happen.

“Yes, yes- tell me of this Moriarty.”