Bodyguard Father. Alice Sharpe

did you come back for me?”

      That question was a hard one to answer and best delayed. He said, “Joanna owns this place. She boards Scio for Ben Miller during the winter. Speaking of Scio, he’s had a hard night.”

      “So have I,” she said, stepping back.

      He released his grip on her delicate wrists.

      “Why did you come back?” she asked again, head tilted, hair falling softly around her heart-shaped face, eyes inquisitive.

      He thought for a moment, then walked away.