Heart Of The Storm. Mary Burton

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      For an instant time stopped.

      She was aware only of the beating of her heart and of him.

      Rachel imagined that this was what a lover’s touch must feel like. Tender. Soft. Gentle.

      This man, she realized, was doubly dangerous.

      Not only did questions lurk behind his gray eyes, but he had her dreaming of kindness and lovers’ touches—things she’d given up on.

      She met his direct gaze. “Don’t worry about me. I will be fine.”

      His eyes narrowed a fraction. Once again he was trying to peer into her soul.

      Finally he drew back. “If you’re not wanted by the law, I guess that means you’re a runaway. The question now is who are you running from?”

      Her skin itched with fear. “Stay out of my business, Mr. Mitchell.”

      Ben shoved his hands into his pockets. “I wish that I could.” He rose and left the room….

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      Heart of the Storm

      Mary Burton

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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Epilogue

      Chapter One

      Washington City

       March 1866

      She couldn’t breathe.

      Rachel Emmons had never done anything more desperate in her life. She was running away from her husband, Peter Emmons, a man who in a rage had struck her so hard last night that the pins from her chignon had pinged on the Italian marble floor of their Washington town house.

      This hadn’t been the first beating in their eleven-month marriage, but it had been, by far, the worst.

      The early morning air was damp, the fog thick as she hurried down the cobblestone streets past the bales of tobacco, sacks of flour and piles of freshly milled lumber. The Potomac shipyards were busy this morning. Sailors readied their ships, farmers drove their carts filled with produce and men of business inspected cargo. Her heart pounded in her chest as she searched for the Anna St. Claire.

      She’d dressed in widow’s weeds with a heavy lace veil over her hat. Widows were invisible. And she wanted no one to remember her or to see the bruise on her face.

      She pushed through the crowds and moved toward the docks. The innkeeper had told her the Anna St. Claire would be moored on a pier near the tobacco warehouses. The small freighter was scheduled to leave on the morning tide. But as she made her way through the early morning throng, she saw no sign of the ship. She scanned the vessel nearest her. The Maria Nova.

      A sailor bumped Rachel’s shoulder. She murmured an apology and hurried further down the dock, fearing she’d taken a wrong turn. What if she couldn’t find the freighter before it СКАЧАТЬ