It was the first time in weeks that he had even asked, let alone offered me the chance to prove it, and I nodded. “I’ll grab some dinner for us.”
“For us?” he said.
“I’m staying in here until we know what happened,” I said. Richardstarted to protest, but I cut him off. “Don’t pretend you’re not going to sit in this room all night, scouring the news for any sign of the raid. I’m watching with you.”
He rubbed his face with his hands. “It won’t change what happens. If Somerset falls, there’s nothing we can do but watch it burn. And if it does—”
“We’re screwed. I know.” I opened the door. “Chicken or tuna?”
“Chicken,” he said, and as I stepped out of the room, he added, “Kitty?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
There was a note of warmth in his voice that hadn’t been there before, and I offered hi
