Sidney Sheldon's Chasing Tomorrow (Tracy Whitney) by Sidney Sheldon Read Free Book Online

having brought you in.”
    “I couldn’t be happier,” said Jeff. “I really don’t know how to thank you, Nick.”
    “Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m quite happy enough to bask in your reflected glory.”
    THE NIGHT THE EXHIBITION closed, Jeff came home disconsolate.
    “I can’t believe it’s all over.”
    “Poor baby.”
    Tracy wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her tiny baby bump against the small of his back. She’d been feeling exhausted recently, a side effect of the pregnancy according to Alan—Dr. McBride—but so far had avoided morning sickness and the smell of food didn’t bother her. Tonight she’d prepared Jeff a special dinner of spaghetti carbonara. A delicious scent of bacon, cheese and cream wafted through from the kitchen.
    “I’ve got something for you. To cheer you up.”
    She led Jeff into the drawing room, a beautifully proportioned Georgian living room with high ceilings, wide oak floorboards and original sash windows overlooking the richly planted “Queen Anne,” British slang for a front garden.
    “You already cheered me up,” said Jeff, sinking into the sofa. “How are you feeling today, beautiful?”
    “I’m fine.” Tracy handed him a gin and tonic with ice and lemon. “But this is gonna cheer you up more. At least I hope it will.”
    She pulled a small, black leather box out of her pocket and handed it to him, a little nervously. She knew there was a chance Jeff might take the gift the wrong way, and she desperately wanted to please him, to bring a touch of their old life back with all its fun and excitement.
    “Let’s just say I went to a lot of trouble to get ahold of it.”
    Jeff opened the box. Tracy watched, delighted, as his eyes widened.
    “Where did you get this?”
    She grinned. “Where do you think?”
    “My God.” Jeff gasped. “It’s the real thing, isn’t it? I thought for a second it might be a really good copy.”
    “A copy? Please.” Tracy sounded offended. “Copies are for the hoi polloi, darling. Only the best for you.”
    Jeff stood up. Tracy thought he was coming over to kiss her, but when he looked up she saw that his eyes were alight with anger.
    “Are you out of your mind?” He held the coin up to her face accusingly. In his hand was the silver coin of Cynethryth of Mercia, one of the British Museum’s rarest treasures. “You stole this.”
    “Yes. For you.” Tracy looked confused. “I know how much it meant to you. Besides, you said it yourself. Nothing could be more Anglo-Saxon than a bit of looting.”
    She smiled. Jeff didn’t smile back.
    “That was a joke!” He looked at her aghast. “How did you . . . when . . . ?”
    “The day your exhibition opened. I knew the other Saxon rooms would be totally empty. All anyone was interested in was Merovingian Treasures . So I set off the fire alarm, slipped into the south wing, and, well . . . I just took it. Those cases aren’t even alarmed,” she added, a note of disdain in her voice. “It’s like if it isn’t the Elgin Marbles or the Rosetta Stone, no one cares.”
    “Everybody cares!” said Jeff furiously. “ I care. In any case, those cases are locked. Where did you get the key?”
    Tracy looked at him as if he were mad.
    “I copied yours, of course. Really, darling, it’s not exactly rocket science. I Googled the coin, after you said you liked it so much, and I got a copy made at a little jeweler in the East End. Then I swapped it out for the original. Easy.”
    Jeff was speechless.
    Upset by his reaction, Tracy added defiantly, “And you know what? No one noticed the difference! No one except you even looks at that thing. Why shouldn’t you have it?”
    “Because it’s not mine!” Jeff said, exasperated. “It belongs to the nation. I’ve been trusted to protect it, Tracy. And now my wife, my own wife, goes and steals it!”
    “I thought you’d be pleased.” Tears welled up in Tracy’s eyes.
    “Well, I’m not.”
    She