“It’s Henry Percy himself,” whispered Robert. “What does he want?”“He seems to want a parlay,” Sir Jean said as spurred his horse softly.... “if anything happens, kill Percy.”Jean slowly rode his horse out from hiding and approached Percy, stopping just in front of him.‘My Lord Earl of Northumberland, you honor us with your presence,” Jean said softly.“You know who I am. I do not know you, Sir. Give me the honor of knowing with whom I am speaking,” Henry Percy demanded.“I am Sir Jean de. How could we meet and preserve the relationship and the temperatures we’d built between us? How could a meeting be normal when we were so intimate but hadn’t ever met? How could we be true to our relationship and still have common sense? How could I not meet him after all we had shared, after what he’d come to mean to me? Patrick, as always was a true gentleman: “We can meet in a coffee bar. We won’t touch at all, not even a hello kiss. We can leave all of that for the next time so there’s no. He also felt sick to his stomach, as the toxins of the beer he drank passed through him like contaminated waste. Vomiting in the car wouldn’t have helped him any, but he called out to one of the officers that a good puke was on the way. As soon as one of the officers raced around to the back door, Charlie heaved and vomited all over the officer’s shiny black shoes as he opened it.Charlie was more aghast by this than the officer was. The officer cursed loudly, which was just as bad. The officer. Cider would be nice.”Jack left for a few minutes and came back with two glasses. He set one on the coffee table in front of April and held on to the other as he returned to the chair.“To answer the question in your eyes: Yes, I am the pastor,” he said after a couple sips, “I’m single so decided to take the manse rather than bothering to hunt for a place.”“I don’t think I’ve been with a preacher before. At least, not one that identified himself as such.”“I’m not surprised. A man like me seeing a.