Georgina placed her hands on her hips like a mother hen. She gave Calum a look that said she thought he was an idiot. “You didn’t tell her?”
“There wasn’t time.”
“How can you not have time to tell her what happened? It’s not that difficult. She wakes up and you say four words. ‘Amy. You were shot.’ “
When he didn’t respond she turned back to Amy. “You’re wearing a bandage.”
Amy felt sheepish.
“You didn’t feel anything?”
“Well, yes, but not in my side.” As soon as she said it, she thought she heard Calum bite back a small groan.
They all stood there in rather telling silence.
Finally Georgina shook her head and started to guide Amy back to the bed. “You shouldn’t be up.”
“I’m okay. Really. I am.”
“No, I want to check and see if you are still bleeding and then you need something to eat.”
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Calum moved to the door so swiftly you’d have thought he was being chased by the hounds of hell.
But when he opened the door, he paused and looked back at Amy with the oddest expression.
She smiled and gave him a little wave of her fingers.
He stood there as if he wanted to say something serious and important.
She waited, but a second later he just turned and left.
Chapter Thirty-One
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane.
The mist and clouds will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow will be today.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The fog stuck around for two full weeks.
During that time, Georgina Bayard had thought up, practiced, and discarded over a hundred truly hard-to-swallow excuses to give John Cabot about where she had been.
Eachann MacLachlan’s face had healed, but his obnoxious personality had only gotten worse. Amy Emerson learned that people did kiss with their tongues. And Calum MacLachlan had developed a new chart: one to graph and do analysis on the course of seduction.
When the fog finally left the Maine coast, it did so quickly. It was almost as if someone had snapped their fingers andpoof, it was gone as suddenly as the Emerson heiress.
Along with the clear blue sky and the ocean breeze came news to Arrant Island thatThe New Hebrideshad landed in Bath with the last shipload of Scots immigrants. Calum spent the morning loading the supplies on the coaster. Eachann was at his stables. Amy moped around the house and Georgina lolled away the morning in the bathtub.
Georgina stood by the tub and dried herself off. She wrapped a thick towel around her, while she tried to decide what to wear.
She had two choices of clothing: both of them bad. She wasn’t sure which one made her look less like a dairy maid.
