The next morning, I woke to the sound of my generic phone music. I answered and was just hanging up when Guy walked into the room from the shower. He smelled much better than the bed and me.
“Who was it?” He was drying his head with a towel.
“Some guy named Tommy Thompson. I’m going to have lunch with him. He said he wanted to welcome me as an Old Town merchant. Know him?”
Guy slung the towel over his shoulders and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.
“I wondered how long it would take before they circled the wagons.” He put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss. “Sorry, babe.”
“About what? What are you talking about?” I looked at him. “He didn’t threaten me or anything.”
“Not yet.” He gave me a one-armed hug. “I’m going to lunch with you.”
“What? Why?”
“As far as I’m co
