May Fitz Carleton. Widow, lover of horses.
โYouโve told me about her like a gentleman, now kindly behave like a gangster again.โ
โPlease don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.โ
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-- responded, desperate to stop the loud silence that threatened to descend on them.
โAnd thatโs perfectly alright, I wouldnโt ever wish to replace her.โ
Her eyes began to close at the contact he made, hoping to savour it for as long as possible.
But when his tone shifted, they snapped open and she stepped back just slightly. โI think youโre just scared, Tommy. To let someone in and have someone matter again.โ She --
The temptation to lift her hand up and slowly run her fingertips across the bare part of his scalp was almost overwhelming, but she stopped herself for now.
โMaids will always gossip, Tommy. But they havenโt seen the inner workings of you.โ
โHad it occurred to you, that perhaps youโre one of the more respectable gangsters I know?โ
She wonโt admit just yet, but the idea that he could kill for someone thrills her.