Capture The Wind by Brown Virginia

Author:Brown, Virginia [Brown, Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: BelleBooks, Inc.
Published: 2012-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

“This is Bloody Bob’s?”

Kit glanced down at Angela and smiled. “Yes. Looks rather comfortable, doesn’t it?”

It was an understatement, and he knew it. Tucked beneath an overhang of palm trees and thick vegetation, the hut resembled a crofter’s cottage in Yorkshire more than it did a tavern. Instead of thatching, palm fronds formed the roof, and rough poles supported a porch that ran the length of the front of the building. Torches sputtered, giving off smoky light. Open windows provided glimpses into the dimly lit tavern, and music and laughter drifted out into the soft night air. Sand and crushed seashells lined the path.

“It’s very—quaint,” Angela murmured, and Turk snorted.

“Another term for decrepit, I presume.”

She looked up at Turk with a smile. “Oh no. I think it very charming. And it looks like fun. I’ve never been to an establishment such as this.”

“No,” Turk said dryly, “I daresay you haven’t.”

“Enough chatter,” Kit cut in. “It’s much more entertaining inside than out here in the road.”

Putting his hand beneath her elbow, he steered Angela toward the door, leaving Turk to follow behind. It was dim and cool inside, despite the press of bodies crowded into the common room. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, shedding pools of erratic light. A long bar stretched across one end of the room, and behind it stood a dark-haired man with a thick mustache, a red kerchief wound around his head and a huge gold hoop earring dangling from his left ear.

Looking up and spying Kit, he grinned broadly. “It’s about time you showed up again, Saber. I was beginning to think the government cutters had got ya.”

“Not yet.” Kit made his way toward the bar, one arm around Angela’s shoulders. He saw several interested gazes in her direction, but no one dared approach.

“You must be Bob,” Angela said when they reached the bar, and the man laughed.

“Not hardly. Bob owns the place. I just run it for him. And I do a damn good job of it, too.”

Kit grinned. “Angela, this is Monroe. Don’t listen to a word he says. He’s not only the worst tavern keeper in the Caribbean, but the best liar.”

“I’m grieved that you should think so low of me, Saber,” Monroe said with a sad shake of his head that made the earring sway. He winked at Angela. “Saber just gets too damn impatient.” “Only after requesting a bottle for the fourth time. Until then, I’m an easygoing fellow.”

Monroe reached beneath the counter and lifted out a bottle of rum, slamming it to the surface. “There. Without even asking. I should be well paid for such service, but I ain’t.”

“A bottle of light wine for the lady, please,” Kit said, and Monroe’s jaw dropped slightly. “Don’t say it. I know you have some in the back, so bring it out.”

“That’s Bob’s private stock,” Monroe began to protest, but Kit shook his head.

“Not for the right price, and you know it.”

Throwing up his hands, Monroe left the counter and disappeared into the back.

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