Chapter 22
“Excuse us, Captain.” Sharps had given Steve a cold, flat look, and Steve had turned pale, as if he’d suddenly become bereft. As if he’d lost someone he considered his friend?
It should have made Sharps feel good, feel some sense of satisfaction at the hurt that flashed through Steve’s eyes. The man had kept him at arm’s length for the past ten days for no reason he could see, and when Steve spoke to Sharps, the words had cut like a knife. Sharps had had such hopes when he’d seen his captain at the livery stable. He’d been positive their friendship would take up where they’d left off five years before, perhaps even move forward to something more.
How could he ever have suspected the man who meant so much to him—whose memory had been almost like a touchstone, getting him throu
