Noah went in cautiously in case Sam slept. He had written a long letter to Michael and a short one to Margaret. God’s wounds, that woman was hard to write to. He would maybe add more over the next few days before leaving them with Hector Paine to find a suitable ship … if and when. He put his candle down softly but sat on the bed when he saw Sam’s eyes were open. ‘Did I wake you?’
Sam sat up higher against the pillows. ‘No. I was waiting for you.’
Noah tilted his head. ‘Were you now.’ He moved to kiss him, but Sam ducked away. ‘I want to talk to you first.’
‘I shall hold you to that first, Laddie.’ The unnecessarily heavy emphasis on the word, made them both smile.
firstSam ran his hands through his chestnut hair, loose about his shoulders. ‘I’m sure you will. Now, what exactly happene
