Chapter 58

Of course, the most logical question now was how he felt about her. She could guess his feelings, and go by what Paul had observed earlier regarding Ford’s feelings, but it didn’t seem wise to make assumptions. She wanted to ask him. Right now. But their private feelings weren’t their first priority. They would have to talk about it later.

“Eliza?” he prompted.

She blinked, trying to clear her head so she could concentrate. She had spent the previous long, lonely night piecing together her plan for attack, imagining her role to the minutest detail. She regretted leaving her familiar, trusty gun on John’s grave—it had seemed like the right thing to do, but now she just felt stupid. She was sure Ford, or one of the men, would have a weapon she could use, but she didn’t want theirguns, she wanted her gun…John’sgun.