Although it hadn’t been that long since I’d lost Charlie, I was able to think of him without feeling as if my heart were being torn from my chest, but I missed having someone in my bed. I missed Tommy, and I grew more and more restless as the days passed with no further word from my friend.
I’d finished caring for the horses early that day and was back in the library, which I’d taken over as mine, copying the menu for the party Lady Eugenia was having that evening, when the door opened. I spoke without looking up. “Lady Genie, are you sure you want the consommé instead of the mock turtle soup?”
“I rather prefer consommé, Roddy.”
The pen went skittering off the paper, tearing a deep gouge in it. “Tommy?” There were circles beneath his one good eye, and his shoulders drooped with exhausti
