I exhaled slowly. It was going to take a lot more than a few kisses to make this up to her.
I thought about calling Roland and asking him to visit, but I already knew that was out of the question. Maxwell wasn’t going to let him and Peter leave New Hastings, let alone Maine, until they graduated from school and worked off their punishments.
I could ask Nate to come, but he was finally writing again, and Sara wouldn’t want to disrupt him. I could think of no one else, except…
When the idea came to me, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of him first. If anyone could distract Sara and cheer her up, it was that arrogant Englishman. And he’d do anything for her.
“Tristan, would it be possible for me to speak to Desmund?”
“Desmund? Uh…sure. I’ll see if I can find him.”
I smiled, imagining
