Carla Neggers - Cut and Run

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The largest uncut diamond in the world, the Minstrel's Rough, is little more than legend. Brought into the Pepperkamp family in 1548, it has been handed down to one keeper in each generation. Juliana Fall has inherited its splendor from her uncle-and, unwittingly, its legacy of danger.
Juliana's mother wants nothing more than to bury her memories of the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands. But with the diamond in her daughter's keeping, Juliana's safety becomes entangled in the secrets of the past.
There are others who seek the Minstrel's Rough.
A U.S. senator who will risk his career and face the ultimate scandal to claim its value. A Nazi collaborator willing to do anything to possess it. And a Vietnam war hero turned journalist, chasing the story of this mythic stone.
Now Juliana has only two choices: uncover the past before they do-or cut and run.

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He looked away from her, but their bodies still touched. “Their names are on the wall.”

The Vietnam Memorial. “Was Bloch responsible for their deaths?”

“They were in my ship. I was responsible.”

“You’re hard on yourself, Matthew.”

“Not hard,” he said. “Honest. At least I try to be.”

“I like that.”

“Do you?”

He seemed to want an answer, and she nodded, not taking her eyes from his, wanting to know everything about him-and him to know everything about her, the bad as well as the good.

“Yes,” she said finally, with certainty. “Integrity, compassion, intelligence, courage, sensitivity-they’re not easy to find in ourselves, much less anyone else. But they mean more to me than money, power, success, any of that stuff. On paper, I guess people don’t come any more different than the two of us, but I don’t think we’re all that different, not where it counts.” She smiled, a little taken aback with herself. “Anyway, I should get back downstairs.”

With his fingertips, he brushed a few stray hairs from her forehead. “Do you want to?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“You’re tired.”

“I know, and I hurt. No one’s ever hit me, Matthew, until today. I’ve never felt so-small. I-I wanted to be big and strong enough to scare those men off. I’ve never even thought about my limitations in that way. Do you know what I went after them with when they had my mother? A wooden shoe. A goddamn wooden shoe.”

“Darling, you’re tough in all the ways that count.”

She laughed bitterly. “So put that on my mother’s tombstone.”

“Darling-”

“I want to forget for now, Matthew-I just want you to hold me…” She caught his fingers in hers. “I’m so glad you’re here, Matthew. I don’t think I could have stood being alone, not tonight.”

She lifted her face to his, and his mouth was there, warm and soft and everything she needed. His arms went around her, his lips opening, and she closed her eyes as his tongue slid between her teeth. It was a different kind of burning she felt now, not the burning of tired eyes and sore muscles and unanswered questions. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself into him, and they fell down onto the pillows together, a tangle of quilts, sheet, and nightgown.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Matthew whispered.

“Don’t worry, please.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you. Never.”

She smiled, wishing she could laugh. “Don’t think I stumble on Matthew Starks every day.”

He kissed her again, a deeper, harder kiss, and when it was over, he’d pulled the nightgown over her head and tossed it onto the floor. They climbed under the quilts, pulling them all on top of them, their cool, naked bodies intertwined. They didn’t speak. Juliana didn’t want to break the spell with reminders of death and betrayal and diamonds and all they would have to face. The now, the present, the moment, was filled with need and passion. She ignored the pain of her bruises and her terror and focused on the stirrings that had been thee inside her ever since Matthew Stark had darkened her dressing room door at Lincoln Center.

He smoothed his hands over her breasts and stomach and followed with his mouth, arousing her with nipping, wet kisses. Soon they both got so hot they had to throw off a couple of the quilts. She touched his hard muscles, rubbed her fingers through the dark hairs on his chest, let them examine the scars he had yet to explain. But what she still had to learn about him no longer mattered. She felt a part of him, felt him a part of her.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, sliding her on top of him, so it wouldn’t hurt so much. He kissed her bruised wrist, gently.

“Yes. More than anything, you’re what I need right now. Don’t stop.”

Even in the dark, his smile was gentle. “No problem, darling.”

Whatever else she felt took second place to the mounting, insatiable longing that welled up inside her as she lay on top of him, his hands moving over her hips and bottom and legs. He lifted her up slightly, and when she came down, he was in her. She cried out when he came into her, but so did he, and they made love explosively, tenderly, and she hoped, knew, this wouldn’t be the last time.

“Matthew!”

She groaned, feeling the spasms, and his arms tightened around her as he shook and moaned with her, until there was silence and stillness, the snow falling lightly outside and no place warmer than beneath their tattered quilts.

Twenty-One

During the past few days, Wilhelmina had discovered she hated to fly. In her mind, it was unnatural. God meant for birds to fly, not people-and, besides, the motion, the unnatural motion, upset her stomach. The plane she’d taken across the Atlantic Ocean had been her first, and she’d considered the entire experience oppressive. It had been one of those monstrous things with an upstairs and innumerable comforts to make the passengers forget they were in the air when they weren’t supposed to be. Think of yourself as an eagle, the man sitting next to her had advised, seeing her look of distaste and mistaking it for fear. She’d felt more like one of the fat pigeons in the park who never looked as if they’d get very far when they tried to fly.

As unpleasant as that trip had been, it was more like a stroll to her neighborhood grocery compared to the flight to which she and Catharina were now being subjected. They bumped along in the air like a bad driver on a rocky road, and there were many strange noises and creakings that Wilhelmina refused to tell herself were normal. Catharina had told her the plane was small and that was why the flight was so much rougher. Wilhelmina had responded yes, that was exactly her point.

Bloch had separated them in the passenger compartment, putting a man with a gun on each of them and telling the one on her to “watch the fat ass, she’s a sneaky bitch.”

Wilhelmina held her tongue, but only because she thought her pretended ignorance of English might still be useful. Had it not been for the danger Catharina was in, Wilhelmina would have slit the coward’s throat when she’d had the opportunity and damned the consequences. If he shot her with his filthy gun, so be it. She was too old to take him as a hostage, not that that would have produced an acceptable outcome. Given the looks of this man, Wilhelmina had suspected his men wouldn’t be terribly loyal and would likely enough have simply let her have him and cut their losses, which could have proved disastrous for Catharina.

She glanced at Catharina, who smiled wanly. She was holding up well-better than Wilhelmina would have expected. Juliana was not with them. That was something to bolster the spirit. Wilhelmina remembered during the war, when she’d sat in the dank, horrible Gestapo prison listening to them torture her father, how she would think of her little sister and be thankful that at least she was still free.

The plane landed with a series of bumps and rattles, and she and Catharina were herded out into a ridiculously small airfield that smelled like gasoline and rotting vegetables. The air was moist and warmer than in New York, although by no means summerlike.

With her good hand, Catharina pulled on the arm of the sergeant. “Why don’t we go directly to Switzerland and get this over with?”

Wilhelmina admired how clear and strong her sister’s voice sounded, in spite of the pain she suffered. She’d gathered Catharina was trying to get him to believe she had the Minstrel in a safe-deposit box in a Swiss bank. It was a gamble, but better than putting him onto Juliana.

“Just do as I say,” Bloch replied.

Nazi, Wilhelmina thought. He was too accustomed to giving orders and having them obeyed. Expecting people to be afraid of him.

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