Ralestone Luck · Chapter 12 (2/2)

“Val, supper’s ready,” came Rupert’s voice from the hall.

Val half turned to go. “I’ve got to go now. But I’ll be back later,” he promised.

“Yo’ll tell him?” Jeems stabbed a finger at the door.

“Yes; after supper. I promise.”

With a little sigh Jeems relaxed and burrowed down into the softness of the pillow. “Ah’ll be awaitin’,” he said.