The Scheme
When I opened my eyes, Jon gazed back. I touched the side of his face. “You’re not Jack.”
He smiled as if quite amused. “No, my love,” he whispered. “I’m not Jack.”
Tony pushed past Jon, out of breath. “Oh, gods.” He shoved my chair back, leaning over me as he knelt, taking me in his arms. “Are you hurt?”
“I don’t think so.” I surveyed them. “They said I’m not guilty?”
Mr. Pike peered over from across the table. “They cleared you of it all. Congratulations.”
Was this a dream?
Tony retreated; Mr. Hart bent over me, grabbing me under my arms. “Up you go.” With one smooth motion, Mr. Hart lifted me completely off my feet as if I were a child then set me steady. “You are one lucky young lady.”
I laughed then. Lucky. I regarded all these men who’d helped me. “Thank you. All o
