Convicted (Consequences)

didn’t know if they would be useful.
    His confident grin began to fade as he realized Claire hadn’t returned. It was true, a woman in her condition needed to use the restroom, frequently, but looking at his watch, he thought it seemed odd she hadn’t returned. It wasn’t until the waitress returned with his beer and no tea that Harry questioned her absence. “Where is my friend’s tea?”
    “Oh, I’m sorry, Signore. I assumed, since she left...”
    He didn’t wait for the rest of the story. Harry pulled a few euros from his pocket, placed them on the table, and hurried towards the restrooms. Seeing the rear exit, he quickly reached the door. Harry couldn’t believe she’d left. He never assumed she’d slip away that fast. As the cool autumn air filled his lungs, Harry scanned the crowds. Since she’d left the booth over five minutes ago, he truly didn’t expect to see her.
    After a brisk walk through the Piazza, Harry leaned against a pillar and pulled out his phone. Hitting a few buttons, he found the beacon. According to the locating device he’d successfully dropped in the pocket of her jacket, Claire wasn’t far away or moving. Following the pulsating dot, Harry headed toward what he assumed to be Claire’s hotel.
     

     
    Phil helped Claire with her coat and led her to the sofa. He must have felt her trembling as he said, “Calm down and tell me everything.”
    Claire stared into his eyes. She’d expected him to be upset. Obviously, he was unhappy when she left him at the cafe; however, instead of anger, she saw concern as golden flecks shone from the depths of his green eyes. Taking unexpected solace in his calming presence, Claire began, “I was sitting on a concrete bench, in St. Mark’s Square, looking out at the water...” As she told Phil about her unlikely encounter with Harry, he remained quiet and supportive. She also told him about Tony’s plane. When she finally finished, she said, “I’m so sorry. All this work you’ve done to keep me and my baby safe and in one afternoon I throw it all away.”
    Phil stood, leaving Claire alone on the sofa, and paced the width of their suite. Claire watched as he contemplated her story. Finally, he answered, “First, you didn’t throw it all away. You and your baby are still safe. Also”—he turned towards her and smiled—“your instincts are getting better, I’m glad you’re learning to listen to them.”
    Claire opened her eyes in question.
    “Claire, you’ve been far too trusting of too many people for way too long.”
    She nodded. “I realize that. I suppose it’s the way I was raised. I never expected my life to be like this. Truthfully, I can’t even remember what I expected”—she shrugged—“Something like my parents, I guess. Isn’t that the basis of everyone’s expectations? You either want the same as them or better. My parents were married twenty-six years when they died—together. I never once dreamt that I’d be twenty-nine, divorced and pregnant with my ex-husband’s/fiancé’s/ex-fiancé’s child, nor did I imagine that I’d be hiding from some crazy woman who’s a threat to me and my child—or that I’d be filthy rich, because I stole my child’s father’s secret money.” Claire shook her head and grinned. “I don’t think I could’ve even made-up that scenario!”
    Phil sat back down. Claire marveled at the emotions she saw in his expression. It wasn’t that long ago that he was her shadow, her voyeur; now she considered him a trusted friend. Phil’s voice reflected his earlier concern. “No one signs up for this. It is what it is, and life goes on—or it doesn’t. I’ve made choices I regret. I’d assume everyone has. I also made the decision that life would go on. Perhaps some of the things I’ve done are less than scrupulous; however, my more recent endeavor, despite the legalities, could be considered one of my most honorable. I will not fail. You and your child will be safe. I realize you’re paying me, well, as you stated, but even you should understand this is about more to me than money.”
    Claire fought the urge to look away. She knew what he meant. Claire knew she meant more to Phil than anyone ever had. Over the weeks, they’d been together, she learned a lot about Phil. She knew about his military background and some of his special ops. She knew he had no family and no connections. From the time he was very young, he succeeded in his assignments and moved on. This