want to admire her. He wanted to hand her to the don as planned and get his money. Why could she not have been pompous, churlish, and deceitful like the women to whom Rafe had grown accustomed among high society?
The ship rose and plunged over a wave, drenching him with salty spray. He opened his eyes and shook it from his face. Spyglass pressed against his boots. He picked her up and laid the damp cat across one shoulder. She purred her approval, and he ran his fingers through her fur.
Zut alors, why was the mademoiselle always in his thoughts? He flexed his muscles as if strengthening his defenses. He must. He must hand her over. The money she would bring would save hundreds of lives. What was the fate of one pretentious girl compared to that? And pretentious she was, full of the same religious banalities he had been beaten with all his life. She was more like his father than he realized. He must look beyond his reaction to her, beyond her admirable qualities, and remember that fact.
A slap on his back startled him from his thoughts. âWhat brings you here to the foâcâsle, Captain?â
Rafe turned to see his friend, Monsieur Thorn, smiling at him. He had been a good friend, Rafeâs only friend this past year. âClearing my head.â
âAh, the lady is quite enchanting.â
âMy thoughts were not directed toward her.â Rafe grimaced at his friendâs discernment.
âIndeed?â A coy grin lifted the ladâs thin lips. âHas she recovered from her illness?â
âOui.â Rafe laid a hand on Spyglass and braced his boots on the deck as the ship plunged over another swell.
âCaptain.â Thorn cleared his throat and adjusted his hat. âHas the ladyâs family laid some unpardonable insult upon you? For Iâve yet to see you barter in human flesh.â
A spark of shame seared Rafe, but he drowned it under his rising ire. Had his whole crew gone soft? âShe is a woman, and her father is an admiral in the British navy. Need I say more?â
âI was in His Majestyâs service, Captain, as were several of your crew. And yet you do not despise us.â
Spyglass ceased her purring, and Rafe began caressing her again, resurging her soothing tones. âYou quit the navy, as did they, because your conscience could not bear their cruelty. How can I fault you for that? Instead, I applaud you.â
Monsieur Thorn rubbed the scar on his neck and gazed across the choppy sea. âWe should be coming alongside Inagua Island soon.â
âBien. Only a few more days to Port-de-Paix. I could use some time ashore.â Where he could seek comfort in the arms of one of the townâs many willing females. And distance himself from Mademoiselle Grace.
âWhat of the men? They havenât been paid since we sank the Dutch merchantman and delivered her crew and cargo to Monsieur Franco.â Thorn fingered the feathery whiskers on his chin. âWe wouldnât want a mutiny on our hands.â
The sprinkle of glee in Thornâs tone bristled over Rafeâs nerves, but he shrugged it off. They had all been on board this ship far too long. âThe crew never complains about enjoying les plaisirs de Port-de-Paix. Besides, we will be there only a few days.â
Dropping his hands to his sides, Thorn began clenching and unclenching his fists. He shifted his stance then gripped the railing.
Rafe frowned at his friend. Thorn was usually the essence of unruffled composure. âWhat has you so skittish, mon ami?â
His first mateâs gaze darted over the horizon as if searching for something. He gripped the hilt of his sword, then scratched his chin before dropping his hands again. He shook his head and turned to Rafe. âWhat did you say?â
âYou are jumpier than a cat on hot coals.â
âMe? No. Just anxious to get to port.â Thorn rubbed his hands together.
Rafe shook his head. As long as he
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