A Gentleman 'Til Midnight. Alison DeLaine

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      “Do not say it.”

      “Very well.” Phil was quiet for a moment that was pregnant with her mischievous thoughts. “I suppose the third son of a baronet learns any number of diverting skills.”

      Apparently so did the second son of an earl. “The draughts board was a gift from the crew,” Katherine said tersely.

      “Mmm.”

      ’Twere all Tom’s idea, Cap’n. He was the one who had thought to adapt the game so Anne’s blindness would not prevent her from playing. It was so difficult to find things to make Anne’s life interesting, things she could do independently. Now she had one more thing to give her confidence.

      It was impossible to hate Captain Warre for that.

      A drop of rain fell from Katherine’s eyebrow to her cheek and slid down her face. She brushed it away and gripped the dewy railing. The familiar wood, like her sense of control, slipped beneath her grasp. The Merry Sea called to her from its resting place beneath the water, tempting her with memories of those terrifying hours when she’d known, without a doubt, that she would die.

      Below, Captain Warre had exchanged the rag for the mop. They watched him drag the mop forward and back, forward and back, carefully pushing it around the railing spindles. He bent to pick up some small thing she couldn’t identify and flung it over the side.

      “Anne is very fond of him,” Phil reminded her. “And she misses his stories.”

      “I tell her stories.”

      “And now you’ll play draughts with her, as well, I daresay. Although one’s own mother is vastly less entertaining than an intriguing naval lieutenant—no matter how many similarities you and the lieutenant share.”

      “Continue, and you’ll find yourself swabbing alongside him.”

      Phil laughed. “Worth the price, if I could but see you distracted from your worries by a fiery amorous liaison.”

      It was past time to tell Phil the truth. “The longer you persist in this notion that I should have an affair with Lieutenant Barclay, the more severe your disappointment will be when it does not occur.”

      “The only thing you will gain by such a prudish attitude is a pinched mouth and a crease above your lip.”

      “I already have a crease.” Phil was going to be furious that Katherine hadn’t told her. And once she knew, there would be no peace for the rest of the voyage.

      “Then you must bed him quickly to prevent more.”

      “I rather think I shall continue my nightly cream instead.”

      “What could it possibly hurt? A few stolen moments, a passionate embrace...”

      Katherine was not going to embrace Captain Warre.

      “Let me assure you, lovemaking can be very discreet. If you move him from the midnight watch—”

      “Enough!”

      Phil raised a brow.

      “There’s something I haven’t told you.”

      “You are having an affair with him.” Phil gripped her arm. “I knew it.”

      “No.” Katherine dragged her gaze from Captain Warre. “I am not.”

      Phil’s eyes narrowed and her grip tightened. “Tell me.”

      “You must swear you won’t breathe a word to anyone but William.”

      “William knows? Katherine, tell me instantly.”

      Katherine did, and Phil went from deathly curious to outraged in a heartbeat. “I should run you through on the spot!” she hissed. “Isn’t that what you always say? For heaven’s sake, Katherine—how dare you keep something like this from me? It’s— It’s—” She spun on her heel, stalked a few paces away and stalked back. “Why did you not tell me? Did you not trust me?”

      “Perhaps I did not wish to hear about his skill with wood,” Katherine hissed back.

      “Do you honestly believe I would have said such things if I’d known?”

      Katherine answered with a look. Of course Phil would have said such things—and with all the more glee.

      “At least credit me with some sense,” Phil scolded. But already Katherine could see Phil putting the pieces together, realizing that mere moments ago Katherine had been watching Captain Warre—and not because she was merely surveying the crew. Katherine studied a distant ship on the horizon.

      “Oh, Katherine. You mustn’t be angry with yourself.”

      It was too late for that. “His identity changes nothing. My plans are the same.” Captain Warre was not going to steer her off course. Clearly she was a fool, but she was a fool in command—of both her ship and herself.

      “He has no idea that you know? You haven’t spoken to him at all of the past?” Someone called to Captain Warre from overhead, and he tossed the rag over his shoulder and climbed into the rigging to put his weight on a rope.

      “No. Nor do I wish to.”

      “Of course not. But— Oh, you should have told me.” Agitated, Phil pulled her cloak and hood more tightly around her against the annoying drizzle. “Katherine, you’ve got the Earl of Croston swabbing your deck.”

      “It’s less than he deserves.”

      “Most definitely. But you must realize this changes everything. Everything! You cannot keep him with the crew. Oh, if only I’d known, I would have advised you never to have put him there. Don’t you see? We didn’t rescue just anybody—we rescued Captain Warre. You rescued Captain Warre.”

      “Yes. And I intend to make sure his brother is fully aware of that fact.”

      “Which is all good and well, but the possibilities are so much larger. You’ll be a heroine in your own right. This is exactly the kind of thing that will open society’s doors.” Phil looked at him once more. “You’re absolutely certain he is the captain?”

      “Yes.”

      Phil’s lips tightened, and she sniffed. “I always imagined him with a bulbous nose and cruel, twisted lips.” The fact that he had neither hung silently between them as they watched him carefully but efficiently wipe down the spindles. “But that’s neither here nor there. Regardless of all the reasons you have a right to dislike him, you must remove him from the crew immediately and begin cultivating his good favor.”

      “His good favor!” Katherine stared at her. “He should be cultivating mine.”

      “Perhaps so, but unfortunately that is an attitude you cannot afford. Your father’s friends in the Lords cannot be counted СКАЧАТЬ