“Are you running from someone, Jack?”

He felt the breath catch in his throat, but merely shrugged again. “Perhaps I’m running from boredom,” he said lightly. “I like adventure. And maybe I’m looking for my own kind of fortune.”

“Then most certainly you won’t find it here.” She was watching him with narrowed eyes. “On the canals.”

“Perhaps not.” He smiled at her. “But I can certainly have fun trying.”