Chapter ONE - Weebly

wharves once more. In the years since, he had also
helped Ethan track down the occasional thief. He
actually seemed to have a knack for such work, though
Ethan often wondered if this might not be because of
Diver’s own shady dealings and his connections with
Boston’s less virtuous citizens.
Ethan had every intention of pressing his friend
further on his association with Daniel, but before he
could ask more questions he felt a smooth arm snake
gently around his neck, and soft curls brush against his
cheek.
“I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” Kannice
whispered in his ear. Her breath smelled lightly of
whiskey, her hair of lavender. Over the past few years
he had grown fond of the combination. She kissed his
temple, and when he turned to her, kissed his lips softly.
“This job worked out better than I hoped it would,”
he said, brushing a strand of hair off her brow. “Hope
you didn’t have other plans.”
She shrugged, blue eyes wandering the tavern. “I
figured I’d have to make do with one of these others,”
she said airily. “But since you’re here…”