Forty-FivePania shivered involuntarily. First John, now Harvey Miller. Funny how you can think you know someone, and then they give you a glimpse of their shadow selves. Harvey had been livid when she insisted she needed to return to Grass Valley immediately. She discovered that he didn’t react well when things didn’t go his way.
He lost his temper and issued her with an ultimatum: either she give up on chasing around trying to “save” Sir John or the tour — and, she guessed by implication, their friendly alliance — was over. He expected one hundred percent commitment and if she couldn’t give that, she could forget it.
Pania’s reached out to try and calm him. “Harvey, please. You’ve got it all wrong.”
He flicked her arm away coldly. “Run after John Russell if you must. But don’t come tri
