The cool breeze on the promenade deck felt good after the closeness of the bar. Robin Lewis tucked her hand under Liddell’s arm.
“It seems a shame to go in this early. There are so few nights like this before we’ll be back in the slush and sleet.” The actress sighed. “Mind if we walk a little?”
“And talk?”
The woman adjusted her stride to Liddell’s, shrugged. “If you want to.” They started down the length of the carefully holystoned deck toward the stern of the ship. “You see, Liddell, I know who you are. What I’m not sure of is what you’re after. That’s what I’d like to know.”
Liddell grinned glumly. “You’d make a good poker player, Robin.”
“I’m not bluffing, Johnny.” She led the way to the rail, released his arm, pulled her scarf closer around her shoulders. “When I first heard your
