CHAPTER 39
Hal
When he called out a sleepy yes in answer to a knock on his chamber door, his father was the last person he had expected to see. Or, indeed, wished to see. He sat up higher against the pillows, trying to collect himself, still sleep addled. He shook his head. ‘What can I do for you, Papa?’
Noah cleared his throat. ‘I hope you slept well. I’m sure you were in need of it. Just as I was.’
Hal narrowed his eyes. What on earth did he want? ‘I did indeed. Though you woke me. But no matter.’
Noah sat on the bench in the window appearing decidedly uncomfortable. ‘Forgive me, then. But I think we need to talk.’
Oh, Christ. ‘No, we don’t. Not at all. What is there to say, anyway?’ He found sudden inspiration in the hopes of diverting him. ‘How is Susannah, Papa? Has the child co
