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Janet sighed with relief as
she stepped out of the stuffy millinery shop onto the clean sidewalk.
She turned her head into the breeze, allowing the wind to cool her face
as she mentally shook off the polite conversations she’d been forced to engage
in with the prim Boston matrons in the shop.
‘I miss Kristin.’ The
thought leapt unbidden to her mind as she realized that she longed to have an
open and honest conversation with her friend… a talk without boundaries where
either could say whatever they wanted to without social constraint.
A movement through the window
at her side caught Janet’s eye and she walked briskly away from the store
front, not wanting to be entangled in another long-winded and obvious
conversation. Every Bostonian
mother she ran into wanted information on Nathan and his interest in remarrying. Janet guessed that the Bridger Company’s last voyage to the
Orient must have netted a fantastic profit.
“Mrs. Noyce…” Janet’s
step faltered at the sound of trembling voice calling out her name. She glanced around the street and saw no one then noticed the
carriage pulling up beside her. She
recognized the old man in the window immediately.
“Mr. Bridger, how lovely to
see you.” She offered graciously
as she moved toward the outstretched hand.
“Allow me to offer you a
ride home. I am going that way.”
“I really don’t mind the
walk…” Janet deferred but the old man was having none of that.
“I wish to speak with
you… and I would prefer to do so in private.
Martin,” he called out to the footman, “open the door for the
Realizing that the only way
to escape was to offend her friend’s father, she did as she was told and
climbed into the door that the young servant was holding open for her.
“Thank you for joining
me,” Richard told Janet as she settled into the seat opposite him and smoothed
her skirts down.
Janet waited patiently until
the old man was ready to speak. “I
understand that you and the Admiral have just returned from a visit… to the
islands. Your son was found and
returned to you?”
“Will is back with us, thank God.
Your son risked his life to find our boy.
Words can’t describe our gratitude to him.”
“And my… Nathan… is he
well?” Janet could have sworn she
heard a faint trembling in Richard’s voice.
“Nathan is very well… the
best I’ve seen him in a very long time, in fact.”
“Being able to rescue your
boy when he failed his own so miserably would serve to cheer him up.”
Janet bit back the sharp
retort that sprang to her lips, knowing that voicing her opinion would do no
good with the miserable old gentleman before her.
“I just needed to know his
mood… I’ve decided to send Nathan a letter.
The time has come for him to return to Boston and rejoin polite society.
Once I receive his arrival date I am planning to host several grand
gatherings. Nathan will meet the
daughters of Boston society and pick a new bride.”
“Nathan will never agree to
that, Mr. Bridger.” Janet’s ire
“This time he will be
allowed to pick his own bride. I
would like for you to help me in this venture, Mrs. Noyce.
Surely you agree that Nathan has been alone for far too long.
The prescribed year of mourning has long passed.
The time has come for him to remarry and begin a new family.”
“So that the Bridger name
continues…” she whispered bitterly.
“You have a son to carry on
your husband’s name. Is it such a
crime for me to wish for my name to be continued as well? Nathan has shirked his duty long enough.
He will not fight me in this. I
will not allow this.”
“Actually, Mr. Bridger…
he will oppose you. I am afraid
that all of your grand plans are for naught.
My husband and I served as witnesses at Nathan’s marriage just two
A brief look of pique crossed
stern features but then a smile appeared. “So
he finally did it on his own. At
least now he can’t blame me if his choice was bad.
So long as he does his duty in the nursery why should I care how he chose
his bride. What is the woman
“Kristin is a lovely
person. She is kind and intelligent
and she has a generous heart. She
loves Nathan madly and he feels the same about her.”
Richard’s eyes narrowed.
“Good… good… what else? What
about her family? Have they been in
the islands long?”
“Actually Kristin isn’t
from the Caribbean. She is English.
Nathan… rescued her from a disabled ship and carried her with him while
he searched for William. When they found my son he was badly injured and Kristin
tended his wounds.”
“My son married an English
woman? I find that difficult to
believe. Is she from a good
“Kristin mentioned that her
father managed an estate for a duke. Her
late husband was a shipbuilder.”
“Late… so the lady is a
widow? Any children?”
“A daughter… Cynthia.”
“Proven reliable breeding
stock… Nathan did do well. When
is he planning to bring his bride to meet me?”
“I’m not quite sure, Mr.
Bridger. I believe that they intend
for their first trip to be to England. Kristin
is quite anxious for Nathan to meet Cynthia.”
“Yes, yes… They will need
to pick up the child. I’ll have
to make inquires into schooling for a young lady.
How old is the girl?”
“I believe that Cynthia is
For a moment Janet thought
that Richard Bridger was going to have an apoplectic fit right then and there.
His eyes bulged out and his face turned crimson.
She expected him to start frothing at the mouth at any moment.
“How… how old…?”
He managed to gasp.
“Kristin? Cynthia was born just a few days before her twentieth
birthday so that would make her forty-three.
She doesn’t look her age though.”
With these words the redness
in Bridger’s face drained away until his skin was chalky white.
“How could he… he did this to get back at me… to punish me…
Janet had taken all that she
could. “I am going to tell you a
few things, Mr. Bridger and you are going to listen. The most important fact that you need to accept is that you
didn’t factor into Nathan’s decision at all.
He met the woman he was meant to spend the rest of his life with and he
married her because he fell in love, plain and simple.
Nathan has no desire to punish you and he doesn’t hold anything against
you. Although you arranged his
first marriage he was happy with Carol… not in the same way he is with
Kristin… but then they are two different women.”
Richard started to speak but
Janet glared at him. He sank back
into the cushions as she continued. “Lastly…
I have no concept of how you can call Nathan ungrateful.
He has done everything that you ever asked of him.
Once Nathan returned from the Orient the only time he ever disregarded
your wishes is when he stayed in the navy but he made damned sure that your
company was in the best possible hands. I
think that you are the ungrateful one, Richard Bridger, and you are very lucky
that your son has anything to do with you at all!”
As the last fiery words left
Janet’s mouth the carriage creaked to a halt in front of her home.
“Good day, Mr. Bridger.” She
bowed her head graciously at the stunned gentleman and swept regally from the
carriage without a backward look.
Janet walked graciously up
the front walk toward her home until she heard the coach drive away.
The last few yards of that distance were covered by heavy stomping as her
anger finally got the better of her.
The windows rattled from the
force of the slamming door as Janet entered the house, ripping her bonnet and
shawl off as she did so. “Damned
society conventions… catty bitches… vicious old bastard…”
Donald, the butler, moved in
from his hiding place to grab the crushed hat and wrap.
“The Admiral is waiting for you in his study, Madam,” he quickly
stated then disappeared once again.
“The Admiral is waiting…
well some of us have more important things to do than just sit on our asses in
the study… he can just damned well wait…” Even as she muttered the words
Janet regretted them, knowing that Bill wasn’t deserving of her anger.
She paused by the looking glass on the wall and quickly checked her
appearance, pinching her cheeks and biting her lips to add color.
The moment she walked into
the room she was glad that she had calmed down.
Bill sat in his large chair; his shoulders slumped as he stared aimlessly
out the window. Janet moved to the
chair and sank down on the floor at his side, her hand resting on his knee.
“What is it, dear?
Is it bad news?”
“Well… I’m not really
sure. Part of it isn’t pleasant
but… I’ve been given a new assignment.”
It was then that Janet noticed the sheaf of official looking papers in
“What kind of assignment?
Are you being sent on a long voyage?”
“No… well, yes… in a
way.” Bill smiled gently at his
wife. “How would you like to go
“Back to the island?
“No… London. I’ve been placed on detached duty with the embassy there as
naval attaché. We are to leave as
soon as possible.”
Janet beamed but her smile
quickly faded as she remembered Bill’s earlier words.
“You know that I would love to see Kristin and Nathan again so that is
pleasant. What isn’t?”
Bill sighed. “I can’t really tell you… at least not any details…
but there have been some accusations of misconduct… Officially I am the naval
representative but unofficially I have been charged with investigating these
Janet stretched a hand out to
caress her husband’s cheek. “I
know that you detest this sort of thing but I can understand why they chose you.
You are the most honest, decent… the fairest man that I have ever
known. You will be thorough in your
investigation and any evidence that you uncover will be interpreted fairly.”
Her words brought a half
smile to Bill’s face. “You have
to say that. You are my wife.”
“Funny… I don’t
remember anywhere in the marriage vows where I promised to make up untruths to
bolster your confidence. I say
these things because they are true. Your
superiors know this and that is why they chose you.”
Bill slid a hand beneath
Janet’s arm and pulled her forward. “Come
Janet stood and slid into
Bill’s lap, settling comfortably into a position they’d shared many times
before, his arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, her head tucked
into the curve of his shoulder.
“So… how long do I have
to make arrangements?”
“The ministry would like
for me to leave by the end of the week.”
“The end of the week? Oh
my Lord! I can’t have everything
done by then… I had better get started immediately.”
She tried to move off of Bill’s lap but he tightened his hold, pulling
her back into place.
“Stay… a few more minutes
won’t make that much difference. Let’s
enjoy this afternoon before everything gets hectic.”
Janet fought against her
impulse to argue and settled back into the safe haven of Bill’s arms, knowing
that he needed to be close to her right then.
“Just think… we’ll get to see Nathan and Kristin and meet
Cynthia… I know Kristin would be glad to show us around London. Oh… Oh dear…”
“That doesn’t sound
promising. What are you ‘oh
dearing’ about?” Bill asked, laughter evident in his words.
“I was stopped on the
street today… Old Mr. Bridger.”
“Now that is worth an ‘oh
dear’ or two.”
“You don’t understand…
I got… angry…”
“My wife… angry?
I can’t believe that.”
Janet couldn’t help but
grin. “Just a little… but when
he started talking about parading all of Boston’s proper young maidens in
front of Nathan so that he could pick a brood mare… I just couldn’t stand
it. I told…”
“You told him that Nathan
had married.” Bill finished the
sentence with her. “So what?
Nathan won’t care and the old bastard probably deserved your ire.
How did the old bastard react?”
“I thought he was going to
have an attack of apoplexy right then and there.
He is definitely not happy.”
“Even though his new
daughter-in-law is a countess?”
“I didn’t tell him that.
He wasn’t angry about the marriage.
He only got angry when I told him Kristin’s age.
He was counting on more grandchildren…”
“I wish I had been there to see it.
I am sure you were magnificent, my darling.
Now… forget about it. What’s
done is done and you can’t change it.”
Janet sighed as she shifted
closer into her husband’s warmth.
Will found them still curled
up in this position a few hours later when he burst into the room, panting
“Dad… Dad… news…”
Both Bill and Janet raised
their heads but they didn’t move out of each other’s arms.
“Calm down, son.
Are you hurt?”
Will shook his head in
response to his father’s query as he struggled to control his breathing.
“Ran from the harbor…”
“Take your time, son.”
Bill and Janet waited patiently while William walked slowly back and
forth until his breathing was regulated.
“I was down at the Bridger
office at the docks checking with Mr. Powell about the job Uncle Nathan offered
me when a message came in… Uncle Nathan wants the small skiff, the Dolphin,
sent to him immediately. Mr. Powell
told me to come tell you in case you want to send back any messages to Uncle
Nathan or Aunt Kristin. The men are
working double time to get the boat ready.
She sails with the evening tide.”
“The skiff… they can’t
sail the skiff to England… why?” Janet
turned to Bill with a questioning glance, not liking the look she saw in his
Bill quickly masked his
features. “Perhaps they have
decided to spend a few weeks sailing among the islands first.
The skiff would be much better suited for short voyages.”
Janet wanted to believe him.
“That makes sense. But that means that Nathan and Kristin won’t be in
England… at least not when we get there.”
“England?” Will was lost
at the sudden turn in conversation.
“If they aren’t there
they will be soon. Nathan isn’t
going to keep Kristin away from her daughter any longer than he has to, I’m
“England?” Will asked
“You’re right of course.
It makes sense for Nathan to have the smaller boat down there since they
will probably be spending most of the year on the island.”
“Excuse me… ENGLAND?”
Will interrupted loudly this time. “Will
someone please tell me what is going on?”
“I’ve been given a short
term assignment in London. Your
mother and Clarissa are going with me and I would like for you to come as well,
son. I know that you are anxious to
begin working for Nathan but I need a trustworthy assistant.
I’d like for that to be you.”
Will was stunned.
“I… England… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say that you will come
with us. We’ve just put our
family back together. We don’t
want to leave you here when you just returned to us.”
Will thought a moment then
nodded. “I know that Uncle Nathan
was making a position for me. He
won’t mind if I decide to go with you. I’ll
write him a letter and send it with the ship…” He glanced out the window and
jumped up. “I’d better get
started. The ship will sail in just
a few hours.”
“Will…” the young man
halted at the doorway when his mother called to him.
“I think I will write a letter as well.
Would you mind taking it with yours?”
“I’d be glad to,
Janet started to settle back
into Bill’s lap but her husband waved her back with a smile. “Go… it will take you a little while to write everything
you want… to ask Kristin all those questions I know you are dying to ask.
I think I’ll take the time to pen Nathan a little note as well.”
That indefinable look washed
over Bill’s face again but he stood and moved away before Janet could question
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Years of sleeping beside her
husband had left Janet very attuned to his movements so she came awake instantly
when he left the bed. She kept her
eyes closed but listened very carefully to his heavy sighs as he paced for a few
minutes and then stopped. She knew
that he was looking at her.
Moments later she heard the
knob on the door turn. The hinges
squeaked as Bill slipped through the door and closed it carefully. After a few moments Janet crawled from beneath the covers,
grabbed her dressing gown and followed him.
Janet found Bill exactly
where she knew he would be… sitting in his chair staring out over the
moonlight garden. She moved to his
side and without a word slid into his lap.
His arms moved around her immediately as she snuggled into his side.
She could feel the tension in his shoulders and began to rub them
Then she felt the dampness,
her forehead touching Bill’s cheek… the single tear trapped between them.
Teardrops sprang to the corners of her eyes as well.
“He’s going after
Zellar… isn’t he?” Janet finally whispered.
Bill nodded. “He’s going… and he’s going alone… or near enough.
The skiff can’t hold a fourth of the crew complement of the seaQuest.
The damned fool is going to do something extremely stupid… I just know
it. He’s going to try to go in by
“How can you be so sure?”
Bill laughed shortly.
“I know Nathan Bridger better than any person on earth… his own wife
included. Believe me when I say
that he is intent on doing this and doing it alone.
He wouldn’t ask any of his men to endanger themselves for him… doing
it for our son is fine but not for his own life.”
“Kristin… she wouldn’t
let him endanger his life. She’ll
stop him or at least make him take an armed complement with him.”
“She would… if she was
there. Will didn’t say that the
Wayfarer brought the message. I
suspect that is because Kristin is on the Wayfarer on her way back to England.
Nathan wouldn’t risk leaving her on the island… He promised me that
he wouldn’t take off after Zellar… something must have happened to convince
him that this was his only recourse.”
“Kristin wouldn’t go
willingly… she must be devastated.”
“I’m sure that she is.
Which is why having you with her in London will mean a great deal to
“Me… don’t you mean us?
Having both of us will help her… You aren’t going with us, are
Bill had to smile at his
wife’s intimate knowledge of his mind’s workings.
“No. I will probably sink
my career but I am not. He’s the
best friend that I have, Janet. Look
at what he risked for our son. I
will not let Nathan do this alone.”
“How will you get round the
“Tomorrow I am going to
make arrangements to leave two days later.
I am going to use the excuse that I am going on ahead and you are going
to close up the house and get the children ready then sail over on the official
voyage. While you head to England I
will be headed toward the Caribbean.”
“But we will probably still
arrive ahead of you…”
“Yes… but I’ll deal
with any problems that arise after the fact.
I’ll explain everything to the Secretary of the Navy.
Jack is a friend of Nathan’s as well so I think he will understand that
I have to do this, and if this is the end of my navy days then so be it.
Nathan’s life is worth it.”
“You won’t find him on
the island. He’ll be so anxious
to be done and get back to Kristin that he will have everything ready when the
skiff arrives. That little boat is
so quick that it could be there in a week…”
“I know that as well but…
let’s just say I took out a little insurance policy in case something like
this happened. Can you keep this a
secret until you sail? While Jack
might back me up, I doubt that he will be happy if my destination is common
Janet searched Bill’s eyes
for a long moment before nodding. “I
can keep this secret. But
Bill knew that tone.
“Yes…?” He questioned
“Don’t ever forget that
you have a wife who would be devastated if anything happens to you.
Please promise me that you will be careful.”
“I love you, Janet.”
“I love you too, Bill.”
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Scott turned around to see
Lucas standing a few feet away, a hesitant look on his face.
“Lucas. What can I do for
Lucas bit his lower lip and
stepped closer. “Uhm… do you
think… can we contact the seaQuest?”
“I’m worried about my
mother,” Lucas told him quietly. “And
I would like Miss Hitch… Mrs. Kreig to come check on her.”
Scott nodded in
understanding. “I’ll send Ben a
note and we’ll see what we can do tonight about getting his wife over here to
talk to the countess.”
“You’re welcome, Lucas.”
The teen smiled then took off
for the front of the ship.
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Lucas paced anxiously next to
the railing as he watched the seaQuest glide up beside the Wayfarer.
He watched the ropes sail over the railing and the two crews work to lash
the ships together.
Moments later, Katherine
Kreig stepped onto the deck of the Wayfarer.
She saw Lucas and moved over to him.
“Oh, Miss… Mrs. Kreig
thank you for coming,” Lucas said as he moved immediately to her side.
Lucas,” Katherine replied. “So,
what’s the problem?”
Lucas led her away from the
railing as the two ships separated and the seaQuest once again fell behind.
“I’m worried about my mother,” he told her.
“She’s not been out of
the cabin since we left the island,” Lucas told her.
“At night, when I’m in my room, I can hear her crying and I think
I’ve heard her throwing up.”
“She misses the captain,
Lucas,” she told him.
“I miss him too,” Lucas
Katherine smiled indulgently.
“I know you do, but Kristin is heartsick, Lucas.”
repeated. “It’s been over two
weeks since she’s been separated from your father and with a bond as strong as
theirs is… being apart is very hard on them.”
“Oh… I understand,”
Lucas said. “And that would cause
her to be sick sick?”
“In some cases, yes. But
most likely, she’s probably just seasick and something she’s eaten is not
agreeing with her.”
“She’d have to eat for
that to happen. And she’s not
eaten much on this trip.”
A worried look flashed across
Katherine’s face. “She
I take her trays for every meal but she sends most of them back
untouched,” Lucas said. “She’s
got it bad, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Lucas, she does,”
Katie answered then noticed the furrow of his brow.
“Would it make you feel better if I talked with her?”
“As a matter of fact… yes it would.”
“Well then, lead the
way,” Katherine told him.
“Thank you, Mrs. Kreig,”
Lucas smiled then turned. “It’s
Lucas,” Katherine replied. “And
please, call me Katie.”
“Okay. Come on,” he said
as he grabbed her arm and led her below deck.
“Her room is the first on the left.”
Katie nodded and moved down
the hall towards Kristin’s room.
“Mrs. Kr… Katie…”
Lucas called out to her. “Thank
you,” he said when she turned around.
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Curled up on a pile of
cushions in the large window lining the cabin wall, Kristin stared out at the
passing ocean, watching the moonlight play over the waves through the tears
gathered in her troubled brown eyes.
“Come in,” she called out
softly at the soft knock on the door and reached up to brush the tears away but
made no move to leave the cushions.
Kristin turned away from the
window, a small smile on her face for her unexpected visitor. “Katherine!”
“How are you doing?”
Katherine replied as she closed the door behind her.
“As well as can be
expected,” Kristin answered. “Lucas
sent for you, didn’t he?”
“He’s worried about you.”
Kristin smiled sardonically,
then turned her gaze back out onto the passing ocean. “I suppose I have given him every reason to worry.”
“He says you’ve not been
“I have not been hungry.”
“And that you’ve been
getting sick,” Katherine said.
“Just a little
“It’s not like you to get
“I miss him, Katie,”
Kristin said suddenly in a quiet voice. “So
very much. I knew I would… and I
knew it would hurt… but I didn’t expect this.”
Katie sat down on the chair
next to the window and waited for Kristin to continue.
“There is this… ache in
my heart. I have never felt
anything like it… not even when I lost Oliver and James.
I feel as if part of me is missing; like I’m no longer whole,”
Kristin sighed and lowered her head as she clutched the pillow she was holding
tighter, “And I won’t be again
until he’s back with me.”
“I understand that…”
“You can’t, Katie,”
Kristin interrupted in a soft voice. “Your
husband is with you. Mine is on his
way to confront a killer.” She
closed her eyes as a shudder passed through her body.
“He’ll be fine,
Kristin,” Katherine told her. “You
have to believe that.”
“I do… but it doesn’t
stop me from worrying.”
“And holing up inside your
cabin isn’t helping either,” Katie told her.
“Nor is not eating. You
know better than that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“So, why don’t you come
up on deck for a little bit? It’s
a beautiful night and the fresh air will do you wonders,” Katherine suggested.
“I don’t think…”
“The captain wouldn’t
want you doing this to yourself,” Katie pointed out.
Kristin shot her an irritated
“You know he wouldn’t.”
Kristin sighed then after a
moment or two, nodded slowly. “But
only for a few minutes. I am quite
Katherine smiled, stood then
moved towards the door and opened it. “No
time like the present…”
Kristin rose up off the
cushions, tossed the pillow she’d been clutching aside then stretched slightly
before she made her way across the room and out the door.
Lucas looked up and smiled
when he saw Kristin walking towards him. He
climbed to his feet just as she reached him.
“Good evening, Mama.”
“Good evening, Lucas,”
Kristin replied and pulled him into a hug.
“For what?” Lucas asked as he pulled back.
“For being you,” Kristin
answered then kissed him on the cheek. “I
am sorry I’ve worried you.”
“That’s okay,” Lucas
told her. “I know you’re
“Yes, I am… but that’s
no excuse for not being here for you, and I apologize.
I know you miss him too.”
“Yes, I do, but I know you
and dad share… a special bond…” he made a slight face, indicating that
while he knew the bond existed that he didn’t quite understand it. “Besides, you’ve been here when I’ve really needed
you… and… Captain Keller’s been teaching me all about the stars while
you’ve been in your cabin.”
Kristin smiled as she heard
Nathan’s voice in her head, ‘now my friend, Scott… he can tell you
everything you ever wanted to know and a lot of stuff you ‘never’ wanted to
know about every constellation up there.’
“You haven’t been
distracting him from his duties, have you?”
“No he hasn’t,” said a
masculine voice from behind her.
Kristin released her son and
turned to see Keller standing behind her with a smile on his face.
“Captain Keller,” she acknowledged the tall man.
responded. “I didn’t mean to
eavesdrop, but no, Lucas hasn’t been distracting me.
It’s been my pleasure to answer all his questions.
I just hope my granddaughter is as interested in the stars as Lucas is
when she gets older.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Scott
smiled. “For twenty-eight happy
years to the sweetest woman on this planet.
My dear Elizabeth.”
“How old is your granddaughter?”
“Claire is five,” Keller
“How many children do you
“Just one. A daughter… Marcia,” he replied.
“And you? Do you have any
“A daughter. Cynthia.”
“How long has it been since
you’ve seen her?”
Kristin glanced at Katie.
Katie shook her head.
“No… it’s been a little longer…”
“About that, yes.”
“Almost three months,”
Kristin told Scott.
“You must be happy to be
coming home then?”
A cloud passed over
Kristin’s face before she could stop it.
“I’m sorry, Countess, did
I say something wrong?” Keller
“No,” Kristin shook her
head. “Not really. I am very happy that I will be seeing my daughter again.
I’ve missed her terribly.”
A soft smile formed on
Kristin’s face. “My home is
Scott nodded knowingly.
“I feel the same way about Elizabeth.”
“How much longer until we
reach England?” Kristin asked.
“A couple of more days,”
Keller answered. “Three at the
Keller answered. “Well, if
you’ll excuse me. I need to check
in with the night watch then retire for the evening.”
“Good evening, Captain.”
inclined his head. “Mrs. Kreig,
Katie and Lucas bid the
captain good night and watched him walk away then turned to Kristin.
“I think Captain Keller has
the right idea,” she said. “I
think we should call it a night…”
“But…” Lucas began.
“No buts. It’s late, and we should get some sleep,” Kristin told
him. “Especially you, young man.
I know you’ve been staying up quite late these last couple weeks.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lucas
“Katherine, I trust
you’re staying with us.”
“Until tomorrow night,
yes,” Katherine answered.
“The captain’s set aside
a cabin for her,” Lucas piped up.
“Very good,” Kristin said
as she slipped her arm through Lucas’. “And
tomorrow, we get back to your lessons.”
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