Forty Nine: Guilty Conscience

Pete watched with fascination as Myrtle struggled to find pieces of her clothes littered about the room and put them on. He would have chuckled but he did not think it was a wise thing to do given Myrtle's temper. In many ways she took after her father. So, he waited patiently for her to be done before putting on his clothes too.

"I will walk you back," Pete said, he held her hand and led the way outside.

"Can we walk faster? Is there a shortcut?" Myrtle asked, her eyes darting about troubled.

"It is a beautiful morning," Pete said instead with a smile. Waking up to see Myrtle had been the most beautiful part of the morning for him. He had not exactly planned last night to turn out the way it had but he had absolutely no regrets.

"It will be ugly for us if my father were to discover me missing," came the worried reply from Myrtle.