Chapter 64
By the time McDuff, and Victoria, finished filling in all the details of their nightmare evening, Jean’s flask was long since spent. So were two more pots of tea, a pot of bitter coffee, and half a bottle full of rum he recognized as the Haversham brand.
McDuff was too afraid to look any of them in the eye. He’d spent a lifetime not knowing more about himself than he had to, or at least he told himself that.
Now Father Hall and Jean joined Victoria on the list who knew him all too well; three more than he would have believed a few short months ago.
The only positive was he and Victoria abandoning the fiction about their feelings for each other. She curled up against his side on the floral silk-covered sofa in Jean’s study, not caring who saw.
Her warmth against him and unde
