along.
They tramped along in silence. Coming up to the little lane her shop was located on, Anne tugged Jack to a standstill and pulled him to the side.
âMr. HamptonâI would ask a favor . . .â she began, then dropped her chin to her chest.
âWhatâs that?â
Her fingernails bit into his palm, and before his very eyes, she crumpled like a piece of newsprint. Shoulders shaking, she cried and cried for what to Jack seemed an eternity, all the while clutching his hand. For lack of knowing what else to do, he was about ready give her a good hard shaking, when she caught a breath and gazed up at him with sad eyes saturated in shame.
âPlease . . . can we not keep this . . . incident betwixt ourselves?â
âOh . . .â Jack shook his head. âI donât know about that . . . For one, we ought to make a report to the provost so . . .â
â No! I beg youânot a word to the provost. Not a word to Sally. N-not a word to anyoneâyou understand?â
âBut the city militia at least should be made aware of . . .â
âPlease, Mr. Hampton.â Her grip tightened. âPromise me, not a word to anyone, ever.â
Jack shrugged, nodding. âAlright. Not a word.â
âSwear it.â
He pried his hand from her grip and crisscrossed his thumb over his heart. âIâll never tell a living soul.â
âThank you.â Her face softened in relief. âNow Iâd best carry on alone. Sally is bound to ask questions if I show up with you in tow.â
âWait.â Jack produced a handkerchief. âYou know,â he said, wiping her face dry, âSally is nobodyâs fool.â He dabbed the moistened fabric at the thin line of blood beaded where her neck met her collarbone.
Anne fiddled with her neckerchief, pulling and fluffing the fabric to mask the slight cut. She lifted her chin, squared her shoulders and held out her hand. âI owe you a debt, Jack Hampton, and I canât see how Iâll ever be able to repay it.â
âWell, you know,â Jack said, âI could use a good cup of coffee now and then.â
At that Anne almost smiled. She slipped her hand free and turned the corner.
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THE next morning, Jack shuffled in with the morning crowd. The Cup and Quill was doing a brisk business and Sally buzzed from table to table with her coffeepot. Anne came in from the kitchenhouse, tying an apron round her waist. She seemed to have gained some strength and ease by virtue of being within the bounds of her own domain. Scanning the crowded room, she spied Jack as he took his usual seat, and called to Sally, âIâll take care of Mr. Hampton this morning.â
âMr. Hampton should just wait his turn, aye?â Sally snapped.
Anne bustled over to set a steaming cup, a full bowl of lump sugar and a brimming creamer on the table. She tapped a finger to the brooch she wore pinned to the neckline of her gray dress. âGood morning, Mr. Hampton.â
âGood morning Mrs. Merrick.â Up close Jack could see a golden curl of hair encased beneath a crystal and framed with a circle of seed pearls. He gave her a nod, sharing some secret he did not quite understand. âIt does me good to see you so fit and happy this morning.â
âA good nightâs sleep works wonders sometimes.â
Jack raised a dubious brow to the fare sheâd laid out. âThis all looks . . . grand.â
She smiled. âI prepared everything special for you.â
Jack laughed, and dropped two lumps into his cup. âSally appears a bit out of sorts.â
âShe grows snippy when worried.â Anne let the tray rest on her hip. âWhile I was out yesterday, an officer came by asking for me by name.â
âAnd?â
âAnd it bodes ill. Sheâs certain he means to arrest me as a Loyalist and commandeer our home for quartering.â
âYouâre no
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