A Captain's Bride (Gentlemen of the Coast Book 2) by Thorne Danielle

Author:Thorne, Danielle [Thorne, Danielle]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: clean romance
Publisher: Danielle Thorne
Published: 2020-04-29T16:00:00+00:00

THEY DID DANCE, AND the following days for Phoebe became more enjoyable than any others she could remember. Under the watchful eyes of the mamas roosting at Sandy Bank, Mr. Hathaway took her riding to see land lush with green grass, dainty azaleas, and palmetto trees. There were also thickly-wooded pine forests and sprouting straight rows in the fields where the vegetables grew. They spoke of the futile attempts to raise silkworms by their ancestors, and Mr. Hathaway went on to explain the trade routes between the East and West Indies as they pertained to the Americas. Phoebe found it all very interesting.

The next morning, the women of the party remaining at Sandy Bank attended the small parish church, jostling up and down on the rough roads in their Sunday best while the men rode their horses alongside the carriage. Mrs. Hathaway acted kindly, but Phoebe felt undeserving of it because she understood the lady's expectations. Mama fairly glowed. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders, and she was chattier and livelier than her usual self.

On Monday, looking quite dapper in dark breeches and a woolen waistcoat with no cravat, Mr. Hathaway took Phoebe to the brickyard. They stood without speaking, watching the workers shape and carry bricks to line up in the sun to dry. They were turned every so often by little brown-skinned children who belonged in nurseries or at their mothers' knees.

It soon began to drizzle, and Mr. Hathaway joined Phoebe in the library to read although he did not last for long. She saw him later walking the rutted road past the back of the house with his papa, who spoke while pointing across the marsh. His son watched the ground, only occasionally nodding in the wet, misty air. He was bound heavily in an overcoat—an effort, she suspected, to please his mama.

After another fine dinner and good conversation in the drawing room thereafter, Phoebe decided she would walk down to the small dock in the morning to see where the bricks were loaded onto barges and moved down the creek into the Wando River. From there, she knew, they would merge with the Cooper and float down to Charleston's port.

She'd seen Rathall Creek in the distance. It was confided to her that this was where Mr. Hathaway escaped to as a boy whenever he was let out of the house. He knew all of the fish, waterfowl, and plants by name—some the Gullah interpretation—but they were, he hinted, at one time his only friends that carried him down the waterways and protected him as he came and went in his mammy's son's little pirogue until he got his own.

It was dry and surprisingly tepid the next day. Phoebe dressed the best she could without help so as not to wake Mama. The sky glimmered with lavender suggestions of dawn as birds nested around the house began to murmur. She walked down the carpeted grand staircase wrapped in her scarlet

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