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Jaime had thrilled at the very sight of her cousin.
Alexander Macpherson, the eldest son of Alec and Fiona, sat in the best cabin of the armed merchantman, master of the ship that was carrying them northward. His presence had been a surprise even to Malcolm, who had expected a Flemish ship to rendezvous with them.
“You don’t expect me to sit aside and let someone else take care of family, now, do you?” Alexander, following in the steps of his seagoing forefathers, had already established himself, at twenty-three, as a force to reckon with in the German Sea.
As Jaime watched Malcolm’s handsome face relax in the presence of Alexander, a man he had grown up loving as a younger brother, her mind wandered back over the flight that had brought them to safety.
Their daylong ride along the
