The skies had begun to lighten with the first of morning riding over the mountains of Ireland. Ian brooded behind me as I pushed open the door and exchanged a look with William. In my absence, he had taken the liberty to clear off the table.
A fresh batch of coffee was brewing and it looked like he had straightened his notes. I was somewhat irate that there was nothing left for me to do and so seated myself at the table and recovered my blanket.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Nearly dawn,” he said. “Are you alright?”
The question surprised me. People don"t ask. Then again, I usually do too good of a job hiding things.
Genuine concern blanketed his face while he studied mine and I nodded, not bothering with a fake smile.
“Yes,” I said.
“You sound like you have something else on your mi
