Chapter ONE - Weebly

Eventually, as the crowd in the tavern began to thin
and the noise died down, Kannice approached his table
again.
“Derrey was in a hurry to leave,” she said, pulling
Diver’s chair around and placing it beside Ethan’s.
“Not really. He has to work the wharves come
morning.”
“Who was that came to talk to him?” she asked, her
eyes fixed on her hands as she toyed with one of the
silver rings on her fingers.
She doesn’t miss a thing.
“One of his mates from the wharf, I think.”
A faint smile touched her lips as she glanced up at
him through her eyelashes. “Why do you protect him?”
“Why do you harry him?”
“If ever there was a man who needed harrying…”
She trailed off, letting the words hang.
He knew better than to argue. “I’ll tell him to keep it
outside next time,” he said, an admission in the words.
“Thank you.”
They sat in silence for a few moments. Eventually
Ethan took her hand. She met his gaze, smiled.