He had been meaning to talk to her about the future. “Polly, if this lot gets nasty and it probably will, I was thinking of us closing up shop for a while and disappearing across the Irish Sea to a bit of peace and quiet in the Emerald Isle. Dublin or somewhere. I’ve a few contacts there - some Blueshirts from Spain. It will be safe enough over the water until all this nonsense blows over. The Irish will stay out of the fighting or come over to the Jerries once Britain goes down.”
Polly beamed: “You mean you would take me to Ireland with you, Jimmy?” As much as she felt for her good-looking man, Polly was never sure about Sowerbutt and their future. Cold bastard, she had always called him. He was kind enough and generous, but he kept his emotions tightly under control. “Of course, I will. Can’t leave you here alone with all that’s going on, can I? Don’t know what mischief you would get up to.”She poked him in the arm, feeling the hard muscle under his snowy-white shirt. “I mean when it gets nasty, fighting in the streets of London or heavy bombing. There’s talk they’ll try and bomb Churchill into submission. We’ll pay our girls off temporarily and slip away smartly." amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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