Enemy in Camp

"Is there any reason I should stay another week, Tory?"

She hesitated and moved closer to the wood timbers that framed the front door. "We never did play that tennis game to break the tie with my parents," she reminded him nervously. "And you haven't taken a tour of the island. Fort Mackinac is really quite fascinating sitting on those limestone cliffs that overlook the harbor and the Straits of Mackinac. And there's the governor's mansion—it's open to the public."

"Victoria." He cut across her silly chattering, his jaw hardening into bronze.

"Excuse me, sir," the carriage driver interrupted him. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Not yet!" Dirk snapped, then took a deep breath. "I have some luggage inside the door." He pushed the door open. "You might as well load it in the carriage for me."

"Yes, sir." The man moved from the horse's head and walked across the stone entry to the door. Victoria watched him juggle the suitcases, carrying them all in one trip. When he loaded them in the carriage Dirk's departure seemed suddenly very final.

"You really are leaving," she murmured.
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