When he opened the door to their bedchamber, he found Sam sitting on a chair in front of the open casement doors looking out at a vast sky awash with stars, their light glossing the calm black water. He did not move until Noah rested the hot weight of a hand down onto his shoulder. ‘Made a bit of an arse of myself, didn’t I?’
Sam covered the hand with his. ‘Afraid so.’ He turned to look up at him. ‘I hope you don’t mind but we talked awhile after you left?’
Noah smiled. ‘Stomped off in a big-girl flounce more like. And you’ll have made a better fist of it than I did.’
Sam blinked. ‘Not all that difficult, in truth.’
Noah barked a laugh. ‘Agreed. A low starting point.’
Sam cleared his throat. ‘Well, Hal now understands where the bastard concerns came from. I gave him Susannah’s letter
