Henry leaned against the rough wall, grimacing. The wound in his leg was still painful and the bandage was soaked with blood. Still he couldn’t resist a rakish smile at the woman across from him.

Marion frowned at him as she threw her weapon away as if it scalded her skin. It clanged into the corner noisily. She crossed her arms and began rubbing her hands up and down as if she was cold. Then she noticed his expression.

“What are you smiling at?” she scolded him. “We lost it and barely got away with our lives.”

Henry didn’t answer but shifted his weight and reached into one of his deep pockets. Marion looked in amazement as he pulled out the box with the purple ribbon.

“But…what…” she stammered in disbelief. “How?”

Henry shrugged.

Marion gave a giggle and thrust herself across the small space to give him a hug of delight. Surprising even himself, Henry returned the embrace as their lips met briefly.

“I told you I would get it back,” he breathed.

“You did,” she smiled. “Now let’s get out of here.”