When I'm with you

Unexpected thing

He put his arms around her and held her close, kissing the top of her fiery red head.
"Calm down, there was no one here," William said, trying desperately to smile, "There must be some simple explanation for everything. Maybe it's a glitch in the program or something like that."
"No, I feel that something is wrong here," Esther muttered, still looking around, "Hell, the front door was open when we got there?"
"No," said William, " I definitely used the keys.
"Closed for two turns? as usual?" she asked.
" Yes... or rather, I don't remember... probably", said Babbington stared thoughtfully out of the window, as if there he might see the answer to his questions.
Suddenly he stiffened and, releasing Esther from his embrace, went to the window and pulled back the curtain with a sharp movement.
"What the hell? What is he doing here? Behind the rose bushes!"  he exclaimed in surprise.
"Who? Who do you see there?", Esther asked in horror, following her husband to the window.
"Crowe," William said absently, and looked at his wife.

About hour ago...

"I must tell Charlotte," she insisted, "What if Edward warned her and Eliza covered her tracks?"
"Some things are simply impossible to hide," Crowe said calmly, "please calm down and be patient. It is time for us to get out of here before we get caught."
"It's Esther and Babbington," said Georgie, "What can they do to us? Let's tell the truth that we were worried about them and wanted to make sure everything was all right."
"And so rudely got into their personal life that listening all their  messages" noticed Crowe, "do you think they'll be thrilled?"
"You're just exaggerating," Georgie said, shaking her head, "as usually".
There was a scuffle in the street, and Miss lamb, startled, unconsciously clung to Crowe.
"We have a great chance to test your theory," Francis whispered in her ear, "But you must talk and I will be silent and look at the floor in embarrassment."
Georgie shook her head violently from side to side, and, grabbing Crowe's hands and pulled him toward the tiny storage room in the corner.
"That you won't even show them your displeasure?", he asked, "you've been so worried about them all morning."
She furrowed her brows and, with a colorful snort, confidently pulled him along. A second later, they were pushed into a small, dark alcove, burying themselves in a pile of cloaks.
Georgie and Crowe were so close that he could feel her hot breath on his skin and touch the top of her curly head with his lips.
Miss lamb shifted uncomfortably, trying to get into a more comfortable position and somehow free her hands, but failed, being trapped helplessly between the coat rack and Crowe. She cursed under her breath as she tried to get out, but Francis stopped her with both hands wrapped tightly around her waist. All the experiences of the day, the closeness and darkness of the storeroom, Esther and Babbington behind the wall, and the proximity of Francis had done their work - Georgiana had given up, hanging limply in Crowe's arms and buried her nose in his chest. He smelled of a tart but not bitter perfume, with hints of citrus and sea freshness. She inhaled the pleasant aroma, wondering why she'd never noticed it before. His hands were tight around her back and waist, and her heart was pounding, and her breathing was slow and ragged. "What's in his head?"  Miss lamb thought to herself, and looked up. Francis stared straight at her, unblinking. It was dark, but Georgie could have sworn she saw a glint in his eyes. Her heart soared and then fell to the floor with a crash.
" Avast. Stop. Stop," she silently shouted to herself, "you've done something and now it's time to get out of here. Think about Crowe later. Turn on your brain already!"
She turned and listened to what was happening in the living room. Esther was crying, so bitterly and desperately that Georgie wanted to leave her hiding place and cuddle her friend, but she just clenched her fists and buried her face in Crowe's chest again.
It was a long time before the sobbing in the living room stopped and the sound of the refrigerator opening was heard. Soon, Esther's loud voice rang out, asking for a message. Georgie knew they were caught.
" It's time for us to leave", barely audible whispered before keeping a deathly silence Crowe.
Under cover of Edward's loud confessions, Francis, who was holding Georgie's hand tightly, slipped out of the hall unnoticed, flew past the guest room, and without wasting a second, slipped through the back door and disappeared into the bushes, not forgetting to carefully close the front door behind him.
"You're crazy!", Georgie exclaimed, laughing, trying to catch her breath, "You've clearly moved the stash, right?"
"Then I'm not a competitor, you are absolutely crazy", he said, still breathing Hard, "what the hell am I even listening to you? I'd sit in my room and enjoy a book and a whisky."
"Come on, I can see you liked it," Georgie said in a conspiratorial tone.
"Yes, so much so that when I need a cardiologist," he muttered, " I'm too old for this, remember? You need to ask Babbers put me in a nursing home."
Georgie frowned and looked at Crowe. How many times during their acquaintance, she herself had made such jokes in his direction, but now she suddenly felt ashamed, wanted to just disappear into thin air or sink into the ground. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and flipped through the colored icons, Georgie was ready to do anything to avoid looking Francis in the eye.
" Google the address of the nearest?", he asked with a grin,"  if you know anything, I'd like a room with a sea view..."
" I'm? What?... No, of course not, " she said indistinctly, "I've just..."
" That's it, we need to get out of here", said Francis, closing the subject, "better go on the other side of the pond. Then we won't be seen from the house."
"Nonsense," said Georgie, and started off across the Park, " if we do it fast enough, they won't notice us."
"Wait! - cried Crowe and followed her.