THIRTY-NINE
DINNER WENT BY IN ALMOST silence. Garrick, Harry, and Daire were so lost in their own thoughts that their scowls became contagious. The men who’d been in such high spirits on their return from their afternoon desert run were stoic and mute.
Everyone ate and afterward, as usual, everyone went to complete their tasks as assigned on a schedule she’d never seen. Harry, Garrick, and Daire went out to sit on the patio. Instead of sitting around waiting to see if something would change or someone would explain the somber mood, Tess left the table.
She should go upstairs to her room. If she was playing by usual rules, she should retire for the evening and read something in the tub. If Tess was the dutiful team player, that was what she’d do. Except she wasn’t being treated as
