8
When Ian spied Gerard walking down the path to the mine alone, his stomach performed at least one wretched somersault. “Where’s Gwen?” he asked once Gerard stopped next to him.
“Don’t worry,” Gerard said. “She’s tied up tight in the office.”
Ian frowned. While he didn’t want her free to cause more trouble, he also didn’t feel it was necessary to tie her in the office. But perhaps Gerard was correct. When it came to Gwen, Ian obviously didn’t think straight. He’d be better off letting Gerard handle the situation.
“Stop glaring at me,” Gerard said. “She’ll be fine. She’s the one who suggested it.”
Ian didn’t realize he was glaring. “Gwen suggested that you tie her up and leave?”
“Not in those words.” Gerard shrugged with a lopsided smile. “She said it wouldn’t be wise if Jasper saw h
