Chapter 20
Clara had unpacked Catherine’s black dresses. Which would my lady prefer to wear now? Which should she set aside for the service? Which would she like to—
“Whatever you think appropriate,” Catherine interrupted. She nodded a dismissal.
The last Earl of Delamare was no more. She had always imagined she would feel as if she had sprouted wings at this moment. Instead, she felt tired and oddly dispirited. Her last connection was gone. She had no family left.
Except for him. The captain. He was her only tie to the earth now.
She was glad to have him. That he was kind she had no doubt. But there was something else – something else. Had his love of the sea compelled him to marry her, propelled her into this insane deed? Did he really believe that the Claverton connection would ext
