Tommaso, dressed in plain black breeches and a white linen shirt, found Noah and Sam at breakfast out on the terrazza. ‘I have horses waiting. If you’ve had sufficient, we’ll set off before the sun gets too high.’ He looked up at the hills where mist still lingered. ‘Today will be a hot one, I think.’
Noah stood, grinning. ‘I believe Jamaica might have something to teach you about the true nature of a hot day.’
Tommaso shrugged, grinning too.
Sam rose. ‘This is good of you. But don’t feel obliged to accompany us. I’m sure we can locate the place, given sufficient directions.’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘Well, Noah can, anyway.’ He quickly became serious again. ‘Especially if it has difficult memories for you.’
Tommaso touched Sam’s shoulder. ‘It’s good of you to think of me, Cousin. But p
