‘What do you mean?’ she sniffed. Walter pulled her away from the window and just the touch of her made the blood boil in his veins. She was so soft to look at, so delicate to touch and yet her mind was so sharp and eyes were so bright. To Walter, she was pure gold and the thought of Hamish handling her like she were anything less madean anger rise up in him like he’d never felt before.
‘I have to go.’ Walter opened up the door just enough so that he could see out into the hallway.
‘Meet me?’ Fawn slid her hand down his arm and interlinked their fingers, squeezing his hand with all the worry she had.
‘When the curtain falls.’ He kissed her quickly but still managed to linger ever so slightly. Almost likeeach time they were apart, he forgot what kissing her was really like and when the time came to kiss her again, he fell in love with her lips once more.
‘The usual place?’ she whispered, caressing his cheek.
‘Of course.’
‘Walter, what’s happened?’
‘Get ready for the show. We’ll talk tonight.’ He kissed her once more and slid out into the corridor, praying that no oneelse saw.
Randall watched Walter and Fawn move away from the window from his roadside position. He threw the stub of his burned-out cigar onto the floor and stamped out the dying embers with the heel ofhis boot.
