Damien let Felicity get through most of the next day before he brought up the conversation she'd overheard on the stairs. She might have got through the rest if she'd managed to stay awake while Victor was telling her where they meant to sleep that night. She opened her eyes with the road map stuck to her cheek and found three husbands studying it from where they sat in the shade of an old pear tree.
"There's a blue line down your nose that goes almost all the way to the vineyard," Damien told her. "You want to ask me again why I think we need to talk?"
"If any of you have a pencil, I can draw in another water stop and save us a long walk tomorrow." She peeled the map off and rubbed a thumb across her face. There was blue ink on it. The afternoon had grown cool, and from their roadside stop she could see the low hills that came before the vineyard. At the pace the cart could safely travel, the house was still two days away.
