Chapter TwoOnly when I lay in bed did I realise that Simmy and Peter had immediately known Captain Ferintosh. That must mean the captain was famous in certain circles, if certainly not my own. I had not asked anything about the captain; I had not even asked which ship he commanded or which regiment he served in. Nor did I know why he happened to be on Lammermuir that day. There was so much about Captain Ferintosh that I did not know.
I hugged myself as I remembered his dark eyes and the manner in which his mouth curled as he smiled. I recalled my feelings of satisfaction as Captain Ferintosh's cane curled around Simmy's rump; I had not known that side of me. It stirred something dark I knew I must explore, albeit within the private corners of my mind. There were other feelings too, which
