“Andrew will give him a cover-up explanation they’re working out,” Lou said. “That will convince Boyd there’s nothing more to worry about. Of course, we may have to change his mind about a few things, but we can do that, probably through you, since you know him best. There’s nothing for you to worry over, Ken. Nothing at all.”
“Good,” Malone said. He leaned over and kissed her. “Because I’m not in the least worried.”
Lou sighed deeply, looking off into space.
“Luba Malone,” she said. “It sounds nice. And, after all, my mother was Irish. At least it sounds better than Garbitsch.”
“What doesn’t?” Malone said automatically. Then he blinked. “Hey, I’m Malone!” he said. “How could you be Malone?”
“Me?” Lou said. She caroled happily. “I’m Malone because I love you, love you with all my heart.”
“That,” Malone said, “does it. A woman after my own heart.”
Lou made a low curtsy.
“And a woman of grace and breeding,” Malone said. “Eftsoons, if that means anything.”
“You know,” Lou said, “I like you even better when you’re being Sir Kenneth. Especially when you’re talking to yourself.”