“And you never had occasion to deliver them to her?”
“Let’s say we never had to go quite that far.”
A wily pirate. Well, of course he’d have to be wily, to be successful. To survive. “Hostilities ended well over a year ago. Yet you still carry them on board.”
Sheffield gave a shrug and a lop-sided grin.
Harriet made her way forward to examine the rose bushes up close. She had to climb onto the hatch to get past Bessie and Daisy, who were playfully butting heads and blocking the deck. This late in the year, two rose bushes had been pruned to just leaves and stems but the third still had several hardy blooms valiantly hanging on. “I’ve never seen a tri-color rose such as this.”
“It’s from Singhapura.”
Harriet had only seen the exotic place on a map, but Sheffield had been there. How sh
