“Thank you, Seamus.” Sarah grabbed Ian’s pillow and hugged it tight, wishing it were him she was holding. Wishing she could start over from the moment she landed on this ship. There were so many things she would do over.
So many things.
Ian entered the cabin several hours later, once they’d cleared the storm, and found Seamus lying on the bench, snoring. The old man’s eyes opened when he heard him come in, and he sat up and rubbed his them.
“The lass fell down the steps when she saw ye jump in after the lad. She didna want me to tell ye, but I thought ye might need ta know, Cap’n.”
Concern for Sarah quickened his step, and he went to the bed. He turned a questioning glance to Seamus. “Did she hit her head?” He turned back to look as her slumbering form. Not only would he have to explai
