Chapter 21

I wanted badly to turn and look to where the men had gone, which was ridiculous as they wouldn’t be returning so quick. Not with what they were up to. So it was me stewing more than the supper until their return.

In the firelight, I saw Bonner smug and satisfied. Frank kept his head down, refusing to let me see any expression, but it didn’t matter. I knew what was dripping out of him.