Chapter 95

Bart was lying on the bed in their hotel room, admiring the sight of George fussing with his hair. Bart liked the fact it was longer than men usually wore it—he loved burying his fingers in it when they kissed or made love—but it wasn’t as long as a woman would wear it. If anyone asked, George would give a delicate cough and tell them he’d had to have it cut after he came down with a fever.

“You know if anyone comes asking after you and the kids, my family will play dumb.” For a second, Bart thought uneasily of Mary Beth. Sam Pickett had managed to get a message to him that Mary Beth had been awfully curious as to their whereabouts and almost threw a tantrum when he questioned her about her curiosity. Bart would talk to George about it later. Now…Bart swung his legs off the bed and crossed to where George stood. “And you know Frank’s family really do think he’s on his way to California by way of steamship.”

“I know.”