Lottie had declared the Highland Dream, as the ship had been called then, their personal water conveyance.
Cameron had replied by telling Lottie to find some other minion to do her bidding. Heâd taken Virginiaâs hand and announced to Lottie that he was going sailing.
Heâd stood up to Lottie as no one else.
âWhat amuses you?â he asked.
From her heart, she said, âI was thinking that you must be very proud of this ship.â
He stood taller.
Crewmen roamed the deck, some dressed in ordinary seamanâs clothes, some in colorful tartans. Virginia longed to ask Cameron how it was that they were allowed to wear their plaids, but that too would have to wait. Several of the men doffed their caps or raised a hand in greeting. In the dim light, she couldnât match faces to memories. âShould I know any of these men?â
âOnly MacAdoo and the cook. One voyage to China was enough for my fatherâs crew. They preferred the shorter voyages.â
Worldwise perfectly suited him. âYouâve been to China?â
âAye, that is one of the reasons we parted in anger. I told you I was going to France, but I lied and made the first of many voyages to the East.â
The information settled like a blanket over Virginia, and the strangest thought captured her. All those years ago, sheâd learned French for nothing.
âââTwasnât humorous, Virginia.â
Her reaction and his was the kind of honest exchange they had shared as children. He, with his dreams of owning a fleet of ships, and she, with her grand idea of becoming the greatest cartographer of their time. If shown a map of America today and asked to point out the location of Poplar Knoll, she would have failed.
The rest will come.
She stared up at the crowâs nest. âI think that I am still rather naive.â
He chuckled low in his throat. âEnough of Agnesâs company and that will change.â
Heâd certainly changed. That once skinny neck was thick with muscles, and his voice was full and rich with a manâs confidence. âAgnes is your favorite of the MacKenzie women.â
âNay.â His gaze moved to her mouth, and he smiled. âYou have always been my pick of the litter.â
By force of habit, she hadnât included herself. Cameron had, and the sweetness of his words went straight to her heart. The smoldering look in his eye affected her in a much more earthy way. âI could tell Agnes you said that . . . about the litter.â
âNot you.â His attention wavered and settled on a spot behind her. âNever have you tattled on me. We were always loyal to each other.â
They were joined by a man she did not recognize.
âSheâs river right, Captain.â
âForbes, meet Virginia MacKenzie.â
âA pleasure, my lady.â
The respect in the manâs tone gave her confidence. âItâs mine, Iâm sure, Mr. Forbes.â
âCarry on then.â Cameron guided Virginia to the bow.
She went willingly, his romantic declaration echoing in her ears. She had stood here in this very spot, on the port side, a carefree child. Sheâd sat on a coil of ropes and charted the coastline of Dornock Firth.
âDo you remember something of the past?â
From out of the sky swooped a merlin falcon, its pointed wings beating a strong steady path above the plane of the river. Holding onto the rail and watching the river rush toward the sea, she experienced her first true taste of freedom. âJust a joyous feeling.â More than joy filled her. Volition and independence awaited her.
âMany an afternoon did we pass on this brig. You mapped the Orkney Isles until your fingers turned blue with the cold. My father made you go below.â
âWhere are those maps?â
âAgnes has them.â
âYou named your ship for me.â
âAye, and looked everywhere for you.â He
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