"Harry, do they know?"
"What?"
"The team, do they know about us?"
They were in a car heading back to the grid. Lucas was driving, Harry and Ruth sat on the backseat. Their hands had not been parted since the scanner at the airport.
"They know a little. I told them I needed to get you to Paris but that was all. I think they probably suspect something.
Ruth looked at her free hand.
Is that all right, Ruth?" he asked, suddenly worried as her old insecurities came back to haunt him.
"Actually…" said Lucas before Ruth had chance to answer, "I told them."
Harry and Ruth both looked at him.
"They suspected….well…they were guessing…. and then they made me tell them."
"So let me get this right, Lucas. You spent god knows how many years behind bars being tortured by the Russians and not one thing passed you lips."
Lucas nodded.
"But Tariq, Dimitri and the new girl, fearsome and terrifying threesome that they are, somehow made you spout forth the truth about Ruth and I?"
Ruth couldn't help but suppress a giggle.
Harry relaxed a little.
Lucas looked contrite.
"They're really much more formidable than you'd imagine."
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"It's alright Harry, it's not like we can really hide it anyway," said Ruth.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," she smiled, "You're my husband and I don't care what anyone thinks anymore."
Even if, at that moment, his life had depended upon it, he would not have been able to keep the smile from his face
"Say it again, Ruth."
"I don't care what anyone thinks anymore."
"Not that bit."
She knew exactly what he had meant.
"You're my husband, Harry."
"Yes, I am, aren't I?"
Smug was not the word. He was way past smug.