21
With Anneliese’s words still ringing in his mind, Hugh found himself walking to the drink tray in the library and pouring himself a dram of whisky.
If there was one thing he never wanted her to doubt, it was his friendship. Staring into the glass, he muttered, “Fuck.”
“Ah-hem.”
He pivoted on his heels to see Mariah entering the library, arms full of tubes with the public library seal. More maps.
He gave her a sheepish smile and, putting the glass on his desk, hurried to help her with all the tubes. “Thank you, Mrs. Nelson.”
“My pleasure, sir.” She helped him open and spread the floorplans on the long table they had brought in for this and together they selected two to be pinned on the board they had erected there. The library was beginning to look more like a war room than a castl
