Regency Vows. Kasey Michaels

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      “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 upon to approve of you, and Lord Taggart certainly won’t appreciate the news that his brother served as your cabin boy.”

      “He will appreciate that his brother is alive, and that if it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t be.”

      “Will he?” Phil questioned, and for the first time Katherine realized the flaw in her plan. She met Phil’s blue eyes, and Phil arched a damp brow. “The new Earl of Croston might not be pleased to lose his earldom so soon.”

      “And there is Lord Deal.”

      “So you keep telling me, and I agree that your father’s best friend is an excellent champion, but Lord Deal could not do in ten months what Captain Warre could do in ten minutes if he took up your cause.”

      “I do not want him to take up my cause. I want him to grovel at my feet.” Even from here she could see how the drizzle had turned Captain Warre’s hair into dewy black waves. That she noticed his hair at all was galling. “I deserve my revenge, and I will have it.”

      “Is not your rentrée into society more important than revenge?”

      It was, but— “I shall have both.”

      “Think, Katherine. With the right kind of effort, once we get to London all of society will praise you as a heroine.” Phil narrowed her eyes in his direction. “Unless you capitalize on your acquaintance with Captain Warre, what you will very likely have is nothing.”

       CHAPTER TEN

      WITH THE RIGHT kind of effort, Katherine decided, one could exact a very satisfying revenge.

      Over the next few days, she ignored Phil’s repeated pleas and made sure that her new cabin boy had plenty to do. There was no end of unpleasant tasks aboard a ship. And conveniently, the most repugnant were those most in need of repetition.

      They were also those most likely to be stoking his resentment against her.

      Now she stood at the top of the stairs that led down to the hold where they kept a small hen coop and listened to him sweet-talk the hens as he cleaned their straw and collected eggs.

      Lord Deal could not do in ten months what Captain Warre could do in ten minutes if he took up your cause. The same would be true if he decided to oppose her cause, as well. What if she was taking things too far?

      It wasn’t as if she were abusing the man. If he had a complaint, there was little doubt he would make it known.

      And he was reaping so much less than he deserved.

      But they would reach London in a week, and Phil was right about one thing: she would need all the good favor she could curry.

      She pushed her mouth into a curve and started down the stairs. “I see you’ve finally found a lightskirt to allow you the liberties you’ve craved,” she said, reaching the coop.

      He faced her with a small bucket of eggs in his hand and a piece of straw in his hair. His gaze raked over her. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Captain?”

      “Millicent reports that you’ve made a complete recovery. I wanted to see for myself.”

      His eyes drove into her. “And what, pray, is your assessment?”

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