Typo Squad: Book II: Return of the Wordmonger by Stephen Lomer

Author:Stephen Lomer [Lomer, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Port Nine Publishing
Published: 2018-06-08T22:00:00+00:00

A few minutes later, as they descended a large, winding staircase, Dick and Ms. Fits found Weatherbee on a landing below, studying a painting of an ancient battle. He was humming softly.

“Weatherbee?” Dick asked, and the man looked up.

“Ah, Dick,” Weatherbee said, somewhat guiltily. “Ms. Fits. How are you … I was just … hrm.”

“Anything wrong?” asked Dick as he and Ms. Fits gained the landing.

“Wrong?” Weatherbee said furtively. “No, certainly not. What’s … why should anything be wrong?”

Dick narrowed his eyes. “Weatherbee,” he said. “Where’s Ewan?”

Weatherbee froze, locking his eyes with Dick’s. The two men regarded each other for a moment, then Weatherbee’s eyes shifted over Dick’s shoulder.

Dick turned and found himself looking through the glass of a pair of French doors. In the room beyond, standing intimately close to one another, were Ewan and Princess Anne.

“Shit,” Dick muttered. He looked at Weatherbee and Ms. Fits. “You two wait here.”

He crossed the landing and swung the French doors open wide. Ewan and Anne were talking softly, both of them smiling, and they were so close that the tips of their noses were nearly touching.

Dick cleared his throat loudly. Ewan and Anne both turned, and while Anne’s expression remained bright and cheerful, all the happiness seemed to drain from Ewan’s.

“Agent Hoozarmi,” Dick said clearly. “Would you give me a moment with the princess?”

Ewan stepped back from Anne, cast his eyes downward, and hurried out of the room like a scolded dog. Dick closed the doors behind him.

“Lieutenant Shonnary,” Anne said amiably. “How are you finding life in the palace thus far?”

“Well, it certainly hasn’t been dull,” Dick said. “Listen, Your Majesty—”

“I shall surely lose my mind if people don’t start calling me Anne,” she interrupted.

“Fair enough. Anne. There’s something you need to understand.”

“Oh? What?”

“There was a lot of political wrangling involved in getting the authorities to allow Ewan back in the country.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Yes,” Dick said, taking a step toward her. “Well, part of the deal—given your history together—was that while he was here, Ewan had to stay away from you.”

“I see,” Anne said, her expression growing stern. “And was it part of this ‘deal’ that I must stay away from him?”

Dick hesitated. “Well … no. Not technically.”

“Then I shan’t,” she said bluntly.

Dick was at a loss for words. How would he be able to split hairs enough to know when Ewan was spending time with Anne and when Anne was spending time with Ewan?

“Okay,” Dick said at last. “Can I just request that you limit your time together to Ewan’s off-duty hours?”

“Of course.”

Dick nodded and made his way back through the French doors. Weatherbee, Ms. Fits, and Ewan were standing together on the landing.

“Dick—” Ewan began, but Dick held up his hand.

“She found a loophole,” Dick said, and he couldn’t help but grin. “So you two are free to socialize as you see fit. Just not while you’re on duty. Understood?”

Ewan beamed. “Understood.”

Dick shook his head. “I guess there was never going to be a way to deny this thing between you, was there?”

“No,” Ewan replied.

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