Bewitching by Amelia Grey

Author:Amelia Grey [Grey, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Historical, Romance, Regency, Historical Fiction, United States, Historical Romance
Amazon: B00BISX5KU
Publisher: Amelia Grey
Published: 2013-02-20T08:00:00+00:00

Part II

The Return

Chapter 12

Jubal's eyes widened. "Miss Worthington? No, sir." Jubal shook his head as his arms moved at his side, keeping him afloat. "She doesn't know how to do anything like that."

"Yes, dammit, it's Chelly." A chill shook Austin as his arms plowed through the cold water and his legs kicked beneath him.

"She's going to get herself and everybody else killed. The French gunboats are following her. They're going to fire on Aloof!"

"No. Not as long as that flag is raised. Besides, Hammersfield should start pulling away from the other ships any minute now. And they'll turn around and come back when they see she's leaving the coastline."

"Why is she leaving us? What is she going to do?"

"What she's going to do is get herself thrown in prison for the rest of her life." Austin groaned inwardly as he said the damning words aloud.

"Prison, sir?" Jubal's words trembled and his teeth started chattering as he continued to tread the icy water.

"Jubal, she's headed back to Baltimore to return Bo to his mother. Dammit, doesn't she know that if she returns Bo they'll assume she was party to his kidnapping and throw her in jail? Dammit. Goddammit!" He slapped the water with his fist for the third time.

What in the hell was he going to do? There was no way on earth he could make it back to Baltimore before she did, even if he stole one of Napoleon's ships and started today. The larger ships wouldn't outrun Aloof. How could he have misjudged her?

"You're cold, sir? Let's go back to shore."

Austin kept his eyes on his fast-fading ship. Yes, he was cold, and there was a knot the size of a cannonball in his stomach. He'd never be warm until he held Chelly in his arms again. And that wasn't likely to happen. She obviously didn't know it, but she was sailing her way to life in prison.

* * *

Austin sipped the French wine. It was dark and heavy, befitting his mood. Jubal was having a meal in the back room of the inn, but Austin refused to eat. He couldn't think about food until Le Camus arrived and he'd secured passage on a ship away from France and back to America.

He'd wring Chelly's beautiful little neck, if he were ever fortunate enough to get that close to her again, for this foolhardy stunt. Thank God he'd had the good sense to put a few coins in his pocket. Otherwise he and Jubal would still be at the mercy of Le Camus.

He'd felt more kindly toward the French soldiers when he and Jubal had come out of the water and the men hustled them to a nearby cafe. The soldiers were able to tell the innkeeper that they needed dry clothes and a bed for the night.

Now he waited for the man who was going to be very unhappy to see him.

The room was shadowed by dim, smoky light. A snub of a candle burned on his table and all the others had burned equally low.

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