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1:34 p.m.
Hugh glanced inside the room, startling Tavish. His gaze fell on Laetitia sleeping comfortably in Tavish’s arms, Tavish’s fingers wandering in her hair. Tavish motioned with his head for him to enter, and Hugh sat on the rug by Churchill and petted the dog’s head.
“What?” Tavish asked.
“Watch yourself, Will.” Hugh’s face was grave.
“What do you mean?”
“You do know you’re courting danger, old friend, do you not?” Hugh drawled, his expression shadowy.
Tavish narrowed his eyes, a look far from friendly, as he regarded his companion. “You expect me to toss Laetitia aside because she brings danger with her?”
Hugh shook his head slowly. “I meant that Laetitia is the danger.”
“Hugh—”
“No, I will have my say,” he insisted, folding his arms over his chest, piercing Tavish wit
