He dropped his auger and punch on to the workbench and pulled the door open, expecting to find Matthew Shaw come to collect his pitchfork. Joanna stood there. She looked as hesitant as she had the previous day. ‘If you’re busy I’ll go,’ she said, her manner reminding Hal of a rabbit about to flee from a hawk. ‘No,’ Hal said quickly. He could ill afford to spare the time, but his stomach had clenched at the sight of her and the cause was more than hunger. He put an arm around her before she could leave. ‘Watt, you can stop now,’ he called. They walked to the river and sat on the bank side by side. Watt ran ahead, chasing ducks. Joanna laughed at his excitement and Hal smiled instinctively at the sound he had not heard very often. It suddenly became essential to him to hear it much more frequently. He unwrapped Joanna’s cloth to find two slices of fresh cake.
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