“— or the Celebration of the Coup. And I’m seen in society for the first night since the trial ... with you.” I gave him a thin smile.
Jon put his hand to his forehead. “I’m sorry, Jacqui. I didn’t consider how this might look. Should we go?”
I chuckled. “Of course not!” I raised my voice, staring at those staring back until they turned away. “Let the tongues wag — I have nothing left to hide.”
That was true enough. The trial had laid every scandal bare — my business, my homeland, the details of my marriage. The only thing which hadn’t been exposed was my dalliance with Joseph Kerr. Which, if what Doyle Pike’s grandson Thrace said were true, could be revealed at any moment or used to Doyle Pike’s advantage. And of course, Roland, Tony’s illegitimate son by Jon’s sister Gardena.
The boy
