24
DAPHNE
Tony spread out the blankets over the tarp in the stable and said, “Christ, we’ve got a real biblical theme going here, don’t we?”
“What do you mean?” I looked around the wood-enclosed room we were in. There was clean straw on the floor, and a heavy bolt on the door so we had privacy.
“We’re sleeping in a manger after finishing up our adventures as a nun and priest.”
“I don’t feel too holy at the moment. To be honest, I could have shot those men myself. Imagine, firing off a pistol with a pregnant lady in the room.”
Tony obsessed over getting the corners tucked and the pillows fluffed to perfection in a way that revealed he was concealing something.
“What?” I asked
“What, what?” he repeated.
“Don’t be cute. I can read you like a book, and you’re hiding something.”
“I’m
