Cyrus stared at him. “You’ve never told me that before. I thought…” He seemed honestly taken-a-back.
“My Victor is a good man,” Esmé said softly. “He can never resist someone in need, no matter who they are.”
“Not to mention how much I disliked what we were doing in Ireland. I’d been a soldier for too long, and needed a new start. Meeting Cyrus enforced that feeling that my desire to leave was the right one.” Victor and Esmé shared a smile. “If I hadn’t come to New Zealand, I wouldn’t have met my Esmé, and now I have a good friend in Cyrus too.”
“Friendships and family are important,” Lewis agreed. He slipped his hand into his pocket, his fingers closing over the letter his sister, Louisa, had sent him that morning. “None of us know how much time we have left,” he ventured. “Or what might be ahead.”
“That sentiment isn’t like you.” Cyrus frowned. “I hope what you’re wanting to tell me isn’t connected to bad news.”