If John Baxter wondered at the captain's sour mood, he knew better than to question it. Randall had always been a good man to work for, running a tight, safe ship, and he was always more than fair to his men. Baxter was glad to be a part of his crew, and if this meant occasionally having to put up with the captain's strange moods, he would be the last to complain. Swiftly, he gave the crew their orders to set sail with the next tide, and by evening of the same day of Charles's arrival in New York, the Marianne was on its way to Fredericksburg.It was late at night when Garrett finally found himself alone in his cabin after giving the crew their final orders for the night. Grimly, he stared at his empty bunk, preferring not to turn in just yet and trying a bit too hard not to remember the details of what had occurred the last time he had occupied it.She had to be home by now. Somehow, she had managed to do the impossible and avoid being found in New York. How? He wouldn't have thought it possible unless she had help.
