down on Duval Streetânamed after the territorial governorâalmost a mile from his own lodgings, closer to the water. He found that he was suddenly wide awake, that he could walk on air.
âSir, I saw men arrested,â she said. âWere you responsible?â
âPie-Eyed Wallaceâs ship was racing south, and we came upon him,â Bartholomew explained. âCraig Beckett, though a civilian, helps attend to matters for David Porter, and he ordered that Pie-Eyed Wallace be taken if seen, and I follow his lead in all things.â
âYouâre very brave,â she told him.
He shrugged, aware that a blush was forming on his cheeks. Brave? No, just hardened, and aware from his penniless youth on the streets of Liverpool that he must find his own place in the world. Heâd been a hungry child, not just for food, but for knowledge, and he had used every opportunity to learn, being like a sponge around well-educated men.
âNot so brave, Mistress Wyeth. Iâm just a man doing as he must. Captain Beckett is someone I admire greatly, and he is my friend, helping me to gain a solid foothold that I might become a man of means about this town.â
âAnd thatâs important to you?â
He looked at her, and the words slipped from his mouth. âYou are important to me, Miss Wyeth.â
She sucked in her breath, staring at him.
âI beg your pardon. I most heartily beg your pardon!â he said hastily.
âBut you have not offended me,â she told him. âYou need beg no pardon.â
He was horrified to find himself speechless.
He was customarily the one who teased and flirted. He had confidence and ease, and he loved to make the young girls giggle and speculate.
Bartholomew Miller cut a fine figure. His shoes were buckled and bore heels, his hose didnât display a single knot, and his breeches were impeccable. He wore a ruffled shirt, red vest and black jacket. His hair was jet-black and neatly queued beneath his tricornered hat. His eyes were light and bright and bore a sparkle of mischief that women usually found to be as captivating as his grin and his dimples. Women had always liked him, and he was grateful that heâd always managed to keep the friendship of his fellows, as well. He enjoyed life, and was fascinated by events and people.
Heâd been lucky in living a life that had brought him around the globe, and he was grateful for the hard training heâd received at the hands of the British Navy. It had prepared him to captain a ship, and though he had been born and bred in Liverpoolâadmittedly in an area that was the cesspool of the city, heâd discovered a passion for a wild new country in the western hemisphereâthe United States of America.
But this feeling was new to him. This pining, this sense of wonder just to be near a woman.
âOh,â he managed at last.
She laughed softly, and again, just the sound of it was like music.
âMy good fellow, this is America!â she said.
âMeaning every man might have his chance?â Bartholomew asked.
âOf course,â she said.
âI donât think your father would agree,â he said.
âIâm not a child,â she told him, a flash of indignity in her eyes.
He was touched and amazed that she had so noticed him, that she might be attracted to him, as well.
But he had been around the world.
And he knew many a man like her father.
âLet me walk you home with this parcel,â he said.
They walked, and she asked him questions about sailing, about the exotic ports he had known, and the men with whom he had fought. When they reached the houseâa huge clapboard with a grand porch and beautiful verandaâshe laughed and insisted that he come in. He was uneasy, but her enthusiasm was such that he agreed, and he carried in the parcel, depositing it in the foyer where she directed, and then following her into the parlor. She rang a
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