Surrender. Brenda Joyce

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      “Was your husband accused of crimes against the state?”

      She flinched. “No…but we were told not to leave Paris.”

      He stared.

      She wet her lips, wishing she could decipher his thoughts, but his expression was bland. “Sir—will you help us—please?”

      She could not believe how plaintive she sounded. But he was still crowding her. Worse, she now realized she could feel his body’s warmth and heat. And while she was a woman of medium height, he made her feel small and fragile.

      “I am considering it.” He finally paced slowly away. Evelyn gulped air, ignoring the wild urge she had to fan herself with the closest object at hand. Was he going to reject her plea?

      “Sir! We must leave the country—immediately. I am afraid for my daughter!” she cried.

      He glanced at her, apparently unmoved. Evelyn had no idea what he was thinking, as an odd silence ensued. He finally said, “I will need to know who I am transporting.”

      She bit her lip. She hated deception, but she had no choice. “The Vicomte LeClerc,” she lied.

      His gaze moved over her face another time. “I will take payment in advance. My fee is a thousand pounds for each passenger.”

      Evelyn cried out. “Sir! I hardly have six thousand pounds!”

      He studied her. “If you have been followed, there will be trouble.”

      “And if we haven’t been followed?”

      “My fee is six thousand pounds, madam.”

      She closed her eyes briefly, then reached into her bodice and handed him the assignats.

      He made a disparaging sound. “That is worthless to me.” But he laid them on his desk.

      Evelyn grimly reached into her bodice. He did not look away, and she flushed as she removed the diamond-and-ruby necklace. His impassive expression did not change. Evelyn walked over to him and handed him the necklace.

      He took the necklace, carried it to his desk and sat down there. She watched him take a jeweler’s glass from a drawer and inspect the gems. “It is real,” she managed. “That is the most I can offer you, sir, and it is not worth six thousand pounds.”

      He gave her a skeptical glance, his gaze suddenly sliding to her mouth, before he continued to study the rubies with great care. Her tension was impossible now. He finally set the necklace and glass down. “We have a bargain, Vicomtesse. Although it is against my better judgment.”

      She was so relieved she gasped. Tears formed. “Thank you! I cannot thank you enough!”

      He gave her another odd look. “I imagine you could, if you wished to.” Abruptly he stood. “Tell me where your husband is and I will get him and your daughter and the others. We will disembark at dawn.”

      Evelyn had no idea what that strange comment had meant—or, she hoped she did not. And she could not believe it—he was going to help them flee the country, even if he did not seem overly enthused about it.

      Relief began. Somehow, she felt certain that this man would get them safely out of France and across the Channel. “They are at the Abelard Inn. But I am coming with you.”

      “Oh, ho!” His gaze hardened. “You are hardly coming, as God only knows what might arise between the docks and the inn. You can wait here.”

      She breathed hard. “I have already been separated from my daughter for an hour! I cannot remain apart from her. It is too dangerous.” And she was worried that, if someone discovered her party, they might take Henri prisoner—and Aimee, as well.

      “You will wait here. I am not escorting you back to that inn, and if you do not do as I say, you may take back your necklace, and we will cancel our agreement.”

      His gaze had become as sharp as knives. Evelyn was taken aback.

      “Madam, I will guard your daughter with my life, and I intend to be back on my ship in a matter of minutes.”

      She inhaled. Oddly, she trusted him, and clearly, he was not going to allow her to come.

      Aware of her surrender, he opened a drawer and removed a small pistol and a bag of powder with a flint box. He closed the drawer and his stare was piercing. “The odds are that you will not need this, but keep it with you until I return.” He walked around the desk and held the gun out to her.

      Evelyn took the gun. His eyes had become chilling. But he was about to aid and abet traitors to the revolution. If he was caught, he would hang—or worse.

      He strode to the door. “Bolt it,” he said, not looking back.

      Her heart slammed in unison with the door. Then she ran to it and threw the bolt, but not before she saw him striding across the ship’s deck, two armed sailors falling into step with him.

      She hugged herself, shivering. And then she prayed for Aimee, and for Henri. There was a small bronze clock on the desk; it was five-twenty now. She went and sat down in his chair.

      His masculinity seemed to rise up and engulf her. If only he had let her join him to retrieve her daughter and husband. She leaped up from his chair and paced. She could not bear sitting in his chair, and she wasn’t about to sit on his bed.

      At a quarter to six, she heard a sharp knock on the cabin door. Evelyn rushed to it as he said, “It is I.”

      She threw the bolt and opened the door. The first thing she saw was Aimee, yawning—she was in the smuggler’s arms. Tears began. He stepped into the cabin and handed Aimee to her. Evelyn hugged her, hard, but her gaze met that of the captain’s. “Thank you.”

      His glance held hers as he stepped aside.

      “Evelyn.”

      She froze at the sound of Henri’s voice. Then, incredulous, she saw him being held upright by two seamen. Laurent, Adelaide and Bette were behind them. “Henri! You have awakened!” she cried, thrilled.

      And as the seamen brought him inside, she set Aimee down and rushed to him, putting her arm around him to help him stand.

      “You are not going to England without me,” he said weakly.

      Tears fell now. Henri had awoken, and he was determined to be with them as they started a new life in England. She helped him to the bed, where he sat down, still weak and exhausted. Laurent and the women began bringing in their baggage as the two seamen left.

      Evelyn continued to clasp her husband’s hands, but she turned.

      The Englishman was staring at her. “We are hoisting sail,” he said abruptly.

      Evelyn stood, their stares locked. His was so serious. “It seems that I must thank you another time.”

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