“That is lovely.”
“‘Whatever it is, keep it,’ she said. ‘Then ye’ll be happy.’”
“What made her happy?”
“Her wee ones. Papa, I guess.” He rolled his shoulders again. “I never asked.”
“And you?”
He looked at her, then away, the wind stirring his hair the same time it tousled hers. He jumped up too quickly, grabbing her hand. “Come on.”
“Where?”
“To see the boat.” Energy radiated from him like a lightning bolt from his fingers to hers as they took off running back down the wharf. She almost laughed. She grumbled instead, murmuring how they should go home, that they had not time.
At the rocky slope, he hesitated, staring at her with a roguish twinkle.
Then he swooped her into his arms.
“Tom!” She had not meant to cry his name.Sirwould have been far more effective—and he deserved no more, especially after this.
Climbing over the rocks, he splashed knee-deep into the water and waded toward a small, two-masted boat. The canvas sails were rolled tight, and a fiery orange sun cast the vessel in an unearthly glow.
“Here.” Up to his waist in water, Tom swung her into the boat. “Careful of the mess. Mr. Flemick takes little care.”
“Mr. Flemick?”
Tom climbed in next to her and rubbed a wooden plank clean so she could sit. “He owns it. Used to catch for him.”
“You stopped.”
“Aye.”
“Because of me?”
“Because I had nae time.” Dripping, he scooted in next to her and clapped his knees in pride. “Well, what do ye think?”
She curled her nose. The boat was despicable. Empty wine glasses littered the floor, along with a slush of fish entrails and seaweed. The stench was repugnant. “It is …” Why was she compelled to say something gracious? Tofeelsomething gracious?
Maybe because the boat mast had her initials carved in the wood.
Or because the sun bathed them in such a warm light and the waves rocked the boat in such a soothing motion. Or maybe it was only that he smiled at her.
The boat was dear, not for anything it had to boast of but for the memories it still possessed for him. Memories she had lost. Memories she couldn’t get back, even if he took her everywhere and showed her everything.
“It is a very good boat.” She resisted the sudden sting of emotion. “To be certain, I cannot remember ever boarding any better.”
“Careful, lass.”
“Pardon?”
“Ye’re being kind. His lordship willnae approve.”
“I wish you would not tease me about him.” Meg stood, wobbled, and frowned at him when he steadied her arm. “I can manage myself, thank you. Now, if you are quite finished showing me your boat, I think it would be wise to consider our departure—”
A gunshot rang in her ear.
Terror drenched her like water so cold she lost feeling.Duck.She didn’t have time.
