Drake caught sight of Rosaline in his study, seated on a davenport opposite two brawny men seated in upholstered chairs. William Hunter sat behind a majestic desk, weather-beaten with burnished skin, but no less vigorous. He puffed on a cigar, dark eyes watching Drake.
"Mr. McCalister, I've come a long way to see you. I hope you don't mind my being here." William knew he wasn't a welcome sight, but he made his excuses anyway. "This fine little lady allowed my stay and didn't mind my cigar. She was kind enough to bring me a receptacle."
Drake drew in a breath, then released it before speaking. "Rosaline, are you well?"
"Yes. I was looking for you when I happened upon Mr. Hunter." She lowered her gaze. "He asked me about Kyle and Sierra, and my curiosity got the better of me. I'm sorry, D
