I snatched my hand from Wright's and felt myself grow scarlet. We must both have looked guilty, for Wright's guileless blonde face reflected my embarrassment.
"Secret!" said Wright, firmly.
"Oh, I see."
Bill glanced from one to the other of us, to the paper in Wright's hand, and then considerately walked off.
"Lunch is ready," he remarked, over his shoulder. "Been calling you for about ten minutes."
Wright helped me to my feet.
"Close call," he said.
"Hush!" I said, for my husband was still within ear-shot.
"Is he always like that?" asked Wright, anxiously, as we went toward the house.
"Like what?" I asked, in all innocence.