I was at the stage now when walking seemed to help so I paced the porch, sitting when I needed to. Sam remained outside his chamber, sketching the debris on the beach though, in truth, I believed his eyes were more often on me. Did I make him uncomfortable? I stood and walked slowly back towards him. I had to stop to grasp the porch rail, clenching my jaw through the pain, though I whimpered a little. I hoped he had not heard. When his arms closed around me, I knew he had, of course.
‘What are you doing, Susannah?’
‘What do you think I’m doing? I snapped.
‘Would you not be better lying down for a while, finding some comfort in your chamber?’
I pulled away from him. ‘No, I would not. And what the hell do you know about it, anyway? I narrowed my eyes. ‘If seeing me like this offends you,
