Sam was on the porch with Susannah when they arrived back. Michael barely acknowledged them before retreating to his chamber.
Sam raised his eyebrows in an eloquent, ‘What now?’
‘What now?’Hearing Paolo begin to wail, Susannah sighed looking down to see wet patches of milk spreading on the front of her gown. She stood. ‘Jesu. This is a messy business. How had I forgotten?’ The cries increased in volume. ‘Fear not, your highness, your wish is ever my command.’
They watched her walk away. ‘I know what you’re thinking. And don’t. Do you imagine any such notions ever occur to her?’ Noah moved away to go inside their chamber. Sam followed. Noah sat on the bed to remove his boots.
‘I know they don’t. Yet it makes me a little sad not to have shared such things with her. How can it not?’ He sa
