leaving Mia feeling strangely bereft, then he tucked her fingers into the crook of his arm and in the process drew her even closer to him.
Mia enjoyed walking side by side with him. She could imagine for just a few minutes they were equals, a man and woman of the same social class, the same background, just enjoying a stroll together on a balmy Caribbean afternoon.
They reached the wooden gate to the property and Will grimaced again. It was painted a lovely bright yellow colour, clashing with the purple-pink hues of the house.
‘Be nice,’ Mia warned.
‘I’m always nice’, he said, the charming grin he flashed at her making Mia’s knees wobble. She looked down at the offending joints and silently told them to behave.
‘Good afternoon,’ a voice called out from somewhere amongst the overgrown plants beside the house.
‘We’re looking for a Miss Amber Honey,’ Mia called out.
‘You’ve found her.’
A tall, graceful woman emerged from the greenery and opened the gate for them.
‘What can I do for you two kind souls today?’
‘We were hoping you might be able to give us a weather prediction,’ Mia said.
‘You’ve come to the right place,’ Amber Honey said, ‘I love anything and everything to do with the weather.’
‘We don’t want to take up too much of your time, Miss Honey,’ Will said quickly.
Amber looked at him searchingly for a few seconds then nodded slowly. ‘A sceptic,’ she said. ‘You think it’s all guesswork.’
Mia started to protest on Will’s behalf, but he beat her to it.
‘I’m willing to be convinced,’ he said.
‘Come into the garden, have a seat.’ Amber Honey led the way into the verdant garden. ‘Maybe I can show you some of my equipment, let you decide for yourself how much is guesswork.’
Mia followed Will into the overgrown tropical garden. There were flashes of bright colour amongst the greenery and there didn’t seem to be much order to anything. She rather thought Amber just picked the flowers and plants she liked and placed them in a haphazard fashion throughout the garden. There was a certain charm in the disorder and Mia paused for a few seconds to take it all in.
They reached a table with four chairs set out around it and Amber motioned for them to sit whilst she disappeared into the small wooden house.
‘What do you think?’ Mia asked quietly.
‘She’s not what I expected.’
‘In a good way?’
Will shrugged, ‘Let’s see what she comes up with, then I’ll make up my mind.’
From such a sceptic it was the most she could expect.
Will closed his eyes and turned his face up towards the sun, basking in the warm rays. For an Englishman he did seem to enjoy the Caribbean weather more than most. Mia had seen the soldiers at the fort dripping with sweat at ten in the morning or cursing when the tropical rains soaked them to the skin within seconds. Will seemed to take it all in his stride.
His natural skin colour was beginning to darken even after just a couple of days in the tropical sunshine. His hair was lightening, too. The blond locks that she had been so fascinated with during their first meeting were already a shade lighter.
Mia closed her own eyes so she wouldn’t be caught staring. She could stare at Will all day. He fascinated her, and although it would be too much to say he enchanted her she definitely felt a pull towards him. He exuded a certain magnetism. He was handsome, she couldn’t deny that, but Mia had met a lot of handsome men before and never felt quite so curious.
‘Penny for your thoughts,’ Will said.
Mia’s eyes flashed open.
‘Only a penny?’
‘They’re worth more than that? Now I really have to hear them.’
Mia stayed silent. She couldn’t tell him what she was thinking; he’d think her a sentimental fool. Not that he’d tease her or mock her, he was too kind for that, though he’d probably just gently remind her they were from different worlds. She was a felon, the sister of a pirate. He was a law-abiding hero. She had no business wanting him, and he would be crazy to think of her as anything more than a source of information. Sure, he might have kissed her on the beach. She wasn’t so naive to think he wasn’t a little attracted to her, but that attraction was purely physical, nothing more.
‘Back at the inn you were going to tell me about your brother,’ Mia said eventually.
A cloud passed over his face and for a second Mia wished she hadn’t asked. He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could come out Amber ambled back outside.
‘So, you want to understand the weather,’ she said. ‘What do you know about meteorology?’
Will looked at Mia and she motioned for him to go ahead.
‘Very little,’ he admitted. ‘I’ve heard of it, but always thought the idea of predicting the weather preposterous. It can change within seconds.’
‘That’s very true.’
‘If we could predict the weather, then ships wouldn’t sail through hurricanes and farmers would know when to harvest their crops to stop them from spoiling.’
Amber nodded in agreement. ‘But some people have been doing those things for hundreds of years. Experienced Captains know when to head for cover and lower the sails. Farmers watch the skies to decide when to plant their crops and when to harvest them. Sometimes they get it wrong, but a lot of the time they get it right.’
‘So you’re saying meteorology is just pattern recognition?’
Mia could tell Will remained unimpressed so far.
‘Meteorology is part pattern recognition. The rest is surprisingly scientific.’ Amber stood. ‘Why don’t I show you?’
They followed her further into the overgrown garden.
‘We use readings from the air and ground thermometers, barometers, wind gauges.’ Amber pointed each out in turn as they walked past the gadgets. ‘I accumulate the data and then I look at what has happened before in similar circumstances. And it’s not just isolated data, either. The rate of change from one value to another can tell you so much.’
She was becoming animated as she talked—here was a woman who clearly loved her vocation.
Mia felt a sudden emptiness inside. Looking at Amber was a stark reminder of what life could be like. The past few months she hadn’t been living, she’d been existing. Barely surviving. And when Will caught her brother and his crew, which she now had no doubts he would, she would be even worse off. She doubted she’d have her freedom, let alone a life like Amber’s.
‘Mia?’ Will asked, the concern evident in his voice, ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing,’ she said with a sad smile.
‘Why don’t I give you a few minutes?’ Amber said, looking shrewdly between them. ‘I’ll compile a weather report for this area for the next two weeks.’
Will started to say something but Amber cut him off.
‘If you don’t want to use it, that’s fine, but let me give it to you. You never know when it will come in handy.’
Amber disappeared again, leaving them alone.
‘What’s wrong, Mia?’ Will asked again.
‘Nothing, I’m just being silly,’ she said, wondering how to get him to drop the subject.
‘Was it something Amber