“Why, Tharon,” he whispered, “that’s where th’ heart is.”
For a moment she regarded him. Then she smiled.
“Billy,” she said severely, “you’re stringin’ your boss. I’m sure goin’ to fire you, some day, like I ben a-threatenin’.”
“Nope.”
The girl shut her pretty lips and the man’s hand crept softly up and touched her wrist where it lay against her knee.
“All right,” he said airily, “gimme my time. I quit.”
There was an odd note in his voice, as if under the play there was a purpose. For a second Tharon held her breath.
“What you mean, Billy?” she asked so sharply that the boy jumped.
Then he laughed, still in that light fashion.