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No. Id have heard by now. You dont seem overly surprised, Sean, that he was able to track you down.
Seans eyes narrowed in thought for a moment. I guess its because I know Hartley so well. I cant say as Ive ever felt that Charlotte and I were being watched, but the man has eyes everywhere, if you catch my meaning.
Connections?
Right.
Lora put a plateful of food in front of each man, and Sean was opening his mouth to say he couldnt stay, when all three heard a horse approaching at high speed.
Charlie burst into the kitchen without even knocking, her hand going to her mouth and her eyes closing in relief when she saw that Sean was all right. The young husband rose from the table and took her into his arms. They stood for a few moments in silence, unaware of the older couple watching them, and then Sean led Charlie to the table.
He put her in the chair next to his own and brushed a stray curl from her cheek. He spoke tenderly and without rebuke.
I know you read the note or youd have never found me. You also knew I wanted you to stay home and out of the livery.
Would you have stayed if Id left you the same note?
No, Sean admitted without hesitation, and leaned to press a kiss to her forehead.
Charlie still had hold of Seans hand when she began to calm down enough to look at the other people in the room. She looked across the table to find Duncan grinning at her.
Good morning, Charlie.
Charlie couldnt help but smile back. Hi, Duncan.
A moment later she had her own plate of food, as did Lora, and Duncan was saying grace as though having people interrupt their breakfast was an everyday occurrence.
Father in heaven, I thank you for this food and for Loras work; please bless our bodies this day. I would also ask Your guiding hand on our plans concerning Hartley. Protect us, Lord, in Your will, that we might glorify Your name. In Christs name I pray. Amen.
Charlie ate and listened in silence as the conversation between Sean and Duncan continued. She learned that Sean had heard a noise outside at daybreak. He had gone out dressed in nothing more than his jeans to find Hartley standing by their well.
In the space of a few seconds Hartley told Sean that Rico had been killed in a bank robbery in Los Angeles, and Hartley needed to pull another job because he was out of money. He wanted Seans help to hit the Visalia bank.
Before Sean could make any reply, the two men heard noises on the street. Hartley left quickly, but told Sean where to meet him on Sunday night, only three days away, so they could make plans.