“That’s all she cared about—protecting her brother, who was probably some fop with a lame sword hand and a fear of pistols!”

“Listen carefully, and don’t panic.” With his eyes still on that wretched spot behind her, he slid his right hand slowly to the hilt of his saber.“What am I not supposed to be panicking about?” she snapped. He was scaring her to death, the wretch, and probably for nothing!”

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” she muttered, but stopped fighting him. After a moment of enduring the indignity ofhaving his hands on her, she snapped, “My pistol is in my reticule, which is sitting in Lord Draker’sdrawing room. All right?”The woman was a walking arsenal. “All right.” He released her, not because of what she’d said, butbecause running his hands over her petite but surprisingly womanly figure had perversely aroused him. Hedidn’t want her to know it, however—the female was liable to shoot off his cock for its impertinence.”

“He stared past her to the place at the other end of the dining table where Regina would sit as his wife. If she were here. If he hadn’t driven her away. “I’m not sure I know how to love, Louisa.” She took his hand. “Don’t be silly. Loving is easy. It’s finding someone to love you back that’s hard.”

“I swear, Oliver, when did you become such a stick-in-the-mud?”“I’ve always been a stick-in-the-mud.” Her brother cast her a thin smile. “I just hid it beneath all the debauchery.”She sniffed. “I wish you’d hide it again. It’s quite annoying.”

“Are you hurt? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”“No, miss, just my pride.” He cast her a rueful smile. “Don’t fret yourself over it. I’m fine.”It was only when he caught Captain Horn’s assessing glance that he realized he was behaving more like a servant than a fiancé. As he slid his hand around Miss Willis’s waist, ignoring her startled expression, he noticed that the pirate watched them with interest.“Such a touching scene.” Captain Horn’s face wore a look of suspicion and muted anger. “And to think I never guessed until now the grand passion going on beneath my very nose.”“Like Miss Willis said, she chose me.” Peter thrust out his chest, affecting a protective stance . . . a little too late unfortunately. “She probably told you that she and I became friendly on the Chastity” It was the story both he and Miss Willis had agreed upon last night, though they knew some would find it less than convincing.Apparently the captain was one of them. “She did claim something like that.”Claim. Clearly the man didn’t believe either one of them.Then the scourge of the seas cast a low, lascivious, glance over Miss Willis, making her tremble beneath Petey’s arm. “She and I have also become quite ‘friendly’ in the past two days. Haven’t we, Sara?”Petey turned to her, surprised to find her blushing furiously. She cast a guilty look, then lowered her gaze to her hands. “I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about.”“Of course not,” the captain ground out. “I should’ve expected a two-faced English lady like you to deny the truth about our ‘friendship.’ Well, you may deny it to me, and you may even deny it to this sailor of yours.” He lowered his voice to a threatening hum. “But you’ll have a hell of a hard time denying it to yourself.”

“Lord help her, she didn’t care whereByrne took her. Let hellfire consume her and the devil steal her soul. Because any hell with Byrne in itwas better than a heaven without him.”