A Rogue of My Own by Johanna Lindsey

Author:Johanna Lindsey
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2009-06-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-six

IT TOOK SEVERAL HOURS for Rebecca to calm down. Three more unpleasant dashes for the chamber pot helped her at least to stop thinking about her mother’s anguish when Rebecca could do nothing about it. She just hoped that Flora wouldn’t be too hasty in contacting Lilly. If Rebecca was really lucky, she might even be able to get back to England before Flora did so.

Rebecca also felt a little better now that Rupert wasn’t making any more of his snide remarks. At one point he’d handed her a cold, wet cloth for her face and led her to the bed, where she’d curled up. That had been decent of him, though one act of decency didn’t erase such a long list of despicable behavior. Otherwise, he was ignoring her and hadn’t said anything to her after he’d made a few blistering remarks when he’d stormed back into the cabin.

“You’re going to France and that’s the end of that discussion!” he’d informed her.

“You asked—?”

“I even took your suggestion and offered to buy his bloody cargo. He knows I’m good for it.”

“The captain refused? Why, when he’d make the same profit either way?”

“He refused because he could. He refused because he found it much more enjoyable to laugh in my face. I should have known better, when I am quite familiar with his type. He hates aristocrats. He’ll take my money, but once at sea he’ll grab any opportunity to lord it over me that he’s ‘god’ and I’m just a pissant under his feet.”

Rupert was so furious about that he didn’t say another word, but she didn’t give him too much more thought when her own misery was uppermost in her mind. She was pretty sure now that her nausea wasn’t due to her morning sickness, but to the pitch of the ship. As she lay on the bed, she opened her eyes a few times to take note of where he was in the room.

He’d paced for a while, but she’d merely heard that and hadn’t actually looked, too nauseated to open her eyes. When the pacing stopped, she did locate him in the one comfortable chair. He was sprawled out so much with a leg dangling over the arm that she thought he might be trying to take a nap there.

It had to be approaching noon. Shouldn’t they have arrived in France already if the Merhammer was only crossing the Channel? She’d never sailed before, but even she knew how close the two countries were. At least she was feeling a little better, well enough to sit up and find out.

“How soon before we can get off this ship?” she asked.

“Not soon enough,” Rupert mumbled without opening his eyes. “France is a very big country. Were you thinking this was just a short hop across the Channel?”

That’s exactly what she’d thought. “It’s not?” she asked with dread.

“Not even close. The ship’s cargo is bound for Rouen, which is much farther down the coast and still another twenty to thirty miles along the river Seine.

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