Micah laughed as he rose from his chair to pour a fresh cup of coffee. “I’m going to have to bribe you to keep you from telling these tales to Jefferson, aren’t I? He’ll never respect me again if you do.”
“It’s hardly my fault you have such a penchant for getting yourself into trouble.”
“And lucky for me, you have a penchant for getting me out of it.” He frowned when he was only able to fill his cup halfway. “Did we really drink the whole pot? That’s not possible. Jefferson’s only been gone…” His frown deepened as he pulled out his pocket watch. “He should have been back by now.”
Ewan leaned back in his chair. “Perhaps Mrs. Ruark cornered him? She’s always up for a nice, long chat.”
“Perhaps.”
But some of Micah’s returned mood dissipated. Jefferson knew how he felt about his family; e
