ELEVEN
“HERE’S ANOTHER SCONE. And more coffee. Why did Theo tell me to tell you to be sure to put lots of jam on the scone?”
I accepted the plate of scones and cup of coffee, although I wasn’t sure I could consume either. It was my fifth cup of coffee and fourth scone, and I was getting full. “He wants me to rebuild my strength.”
“Uh-huh.” Sarah sat down across from me, the tiny private dining room blissfully empty of everyone but the two of us. “OK, I’ve been the good friend. I didn’t once smirk when Theo emerged from your room this morning. I didn’t make any jokes about the fact that you obviously have the hickey to end all hickeys under that bandage on your neck. And I haven’t even hinted that I’d like full details about what the two of you have been up to, even though, as your best
