Chapter Twelve
That afternoon, as Lia tied the end of her braid with the leather strap, there was a knock on the cabin door. Rising from the chair, she pulled up the neckline of her dress, uncomfortable at having so much of her chest exposed, and smoothed the wrinkles from the mint green muslin with her hands. She opened the door to find the wrinkled and weathered face of Angus. His hazel eyes softened, and he smiled. Lia hoped it was a sign that all was well above deck.
“I’ve returned to fetch yer tray, and to tell ye that the lad says he’ll be takin’ ye above deck for a stroll in a bit. The sunshine and fresh air will do ye good.” He collected her tray and mug. “It’s not right for a person to be cooped up, never gettin’ any sunshine. I said as much to him, and this time I seem to ha’ g
