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❝making peace.❞ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
ELEANOR WALKED INTO THE BAR, HER EYES FLICKERING TO GRACE AS THE BLONDE BEGAN TO POUR BEERS FOR THE GROUP OF GANGSTERS STANDING IDLY BY.
She gave the woman a nod in greeting but quickly diverted her attention, looking for the dark-haired, blue-eyed man she had parted from after the family meeting. Smirking slightly, Eleanor slid into a seat beside Tommy, meeting his gaze.
"Where did you run off to after the meeting?" Tommy leaned in towards her and she mirrored his action, though they were both well aware of Grace standing on the other side of the bar listening to them.
She shook her head, eyes alight with the adrenaline simmering right beneath her skin. "I stayed back to tell Pol some things, and to write a few letters. And then I had to make sure our package was delivered safely."
Tommy quirked a brow. "And was it?"
"Of course. I am nothing if not thorough, Thomas." She made a small, smug noise in the back of her throat, earning a half-smile from Tommy. "Don't you have any faith in me?"
"I have all the faith in the world in you, it's everybody else that's the problem." His words made the buzzing sensation beneath her skin flare into a spark and she instinctively straightened her spine at the praise.
She leaned in closer to him, dropping her hand to rest atop his, and Tommy automatically flipped his hand so their fingers could intertwine. "We're going to be fine, Tommy. Everything's going to be fine."
A throat clearing drags their attention from each other, and Eleanor sets her gaze onto Grace, silently raising a brow in question at the blonde's odd behavior. "What is it, Grace?"
"I need to talk to you, Eleanor." She glances at Tommy. "Alone, if that's alright."
Tommy squeezes Eleanor's hand where it rests in his, giving her a wary look that she shakes off. "It's alright, Tommy. I'll be right back. Pour me a drink?"
He nods silently, hesitantly releasing her hand when she stepped down from the bar stool and followed Grace into the office, giving him one last reassuring look over her shoulder as she shut the door to the office, encasing them in silence.
"Well? What is it?"
Grace inhaled sharply, her wide eyes meeting Eleanor's expectant ones. "When you get back from the races, I won't be here."
Eleanor had always been good at masking her facial expressions, but she couldn't help the curiosity that sparks in her eyes at Grace's words. "And why is that?"
The barmaid shakes her head, a shaky breath leaving her. "Eleanor, I have done something terrible to you. You and Tommy, both."
