Chapter 747 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep43

• The helicopter took off, taking Kevin and his friends to their new lives, and I will admit to feeling a tiny twinge of compassion, but not much, and not for long; they'd come to kill me, they'd blamed me for their own failings and come for revenge and failed, and now they were going to suffer the consequences for years to come. I can't say I was sorry to have that worry out of my life.
• I went back into the barn with Andy and Rex, and we started packing up all the gear they'd brought out, stashing everything in anonymous fibreglass transit cases racked up in the back of Georgy's Land Rover. We worked quickly, in silence, no conversation was necessary, dawn was breaking and the kids would be around in a few minutes; they had already had their night disturbed by being taken into the cellar, they didn't need to see any of that stuff and start asking questions I wasn't quick enough to lie my way out of.
• I was busy packing the radio comms equipment when I looked up and Georgy was standing in the barn doorway. She absolutely took my breath away, limned as she was in the golden-pink dawn-light, slim and willowy and looking like a dryad, a fairytale wood-nymph in her gauzy white robe and modest nightgown, her hair unbound and billowing in a mass of ebony curls. She seemed to glow, her pale skin almost ethereally translucent in the pale golden light bathing her, almost as if the dawn light and moonbeams had conspired together to make the perfect woman, the personification of morning beauty and grace and show her to me. All I could do was stare and wonder at her beauty, and thank whatever listens to our prayers that she chose me at all.