Munich Signature Read Online Free

Munich Signature
Book: Munich Signature Read Online Free
Author: Bodie Thoene, Brock Thoene
Tags: Fiction, Historical, Religious, Christian
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in his arms again, but he did not, so she contented herself with studying the topography of shoulders and admiring the smooth, olive-colored skin stretched tight over his ribs. She traced the boundaries of faint tan lines that remained from last year’s short-sleeved shirts and swim trunks. On the left shoulder blade was a small, strawberry-colored birthmark. She decided she would kiss it—but later, when he was awake. Like an explorer in a new land, she claimed John Murphy for her own and happily memorized the landmarks of his body.
    It was their first morning together. Strange how quickly the horrors of last night receded in her mind; thoughts of their fearful flight from Vienna and the battle at the National Theatre did not come to her this morning. She heard the rattle of pots in the kitchen and the voice of Dr. Litov when he came to check little Charles, but those sounds seemed like part of a distant dream. While Murphy slept, she wanted only to lie beside him. So many mornings had been wasted without him. She would not let go of this one easily.
    She stretched out her left hand and held it just an inch above his head. The blue lapis wedding ring on her finger meant something now. More than little leaves of gold against a blue stone backdrop, it was a pledge: “This is my beloved, and this is my friend.” She whispered the words of Song of Songs 5:16 entwined in Hebrew letters with the leaves.
    As if in response, Murphy sighed but did not turn to face her. “You awake?” he asked drowsily.
    “Um-hmm. Hours.”
    He reached back to take her arm and wrap it around his middle.
    She moved closer until she was curled tightly against him.
    “How come you didn’t wake me?”
    “I wanted to watch you.” She kissed the birthmark on his shoulder blade.
    “Did I drool?” he asked jokingly as he raised her fingers to his lips.
    “I don’t know. You were facing away from me.”
    “It’s a good thing, too. If my face looks as bad as it feels after last night—” He rolled over and grinned.
    Elisa winced. His left eye was swollen nearly shut and his cheek was red from the flame of Albert Sporer’s gun.
    “Oh, Murphy!” Elisa looked pained.
    “Just tell me you didn’t marry me for my looks.”
    She giggled, then caught herself. “I didn’t marry you for your looks,” she repeated, then dissolved into laughter again at the sight of his lopsided face.
    “Or for my money?” He pulled her closer.
    “No. That is why you married me , remember?”
    “After last night I think I’ll give you a refund.” He kissed her.
    “Disappointed?” She ran her fingers through his hair as he pushed her gently back on the pillow and then raised up on one elbow to gaze at her appreciatively. Her golden hair fanned out on the pillow, and her blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she gazed back at him.
    “What a way to wake up,” Murphy murmured as he pressed his mouth against hers. There was no reluctance in her kiss.
    She held him tightly as a rush of warmth surged through her. “Murphy,” she whispered.
    He smothered her words with another kiss. “I can tell,” he said breathlessly, “that you’re going to be like Chinese food.”
    She pushed him away, startled by the strange remark. “What?”
    He smiled and traced the line of her throat with his finger. “I thought I was full, and an hour later I’m hungry for you again.”
    At that, she reached out for him. “When I think of what I’ve been missing!”
    “That’s all . . . I . . . have . . . been . . . thinking.”
     
    ***
     
    The room was exactly as Elisa Murphy had described it. Leah Feldstein felt lost in the middle of the massive feather bed. She pulled the crisp, clean sheets up under her chin and lay staring up at heavy wood rafters stained dark by centuries. Here at the Wattenbarger farmhouse there was a sense of safety beneath these stout timbers, just as Elisa had told her. For the first time in months Leah had slept the night through, waking only
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