Tommy slid his arm around my shoulder and hugged me to him.
It would not do for passersby to see one man sobbing in the arms of another. I struggled to bring my emotions under control. “Sorry, Tommy. I’m…I’d better be on my way.”
“Like hell, you will. Did you get a hotel room?”
“No, I hadn’t the time.” I stared at him thoughtfully, my woes temporarily set aside—they would never be entirely forgotten. Interesting how his voice had lost that plummy tone. “Edward Cramdon needed to be taken care of.”
“Who? Oh, the chap who’s off his rocker? You brought him here?”
“Yes.” I searched futilely for my own handkerchief, remembered I’d used it to try to cool my love and must have left it behind in his tent, and had to settle for drying my cheeks on my sleeve. I sighed and lurched to my feet. The
