If I Wait For You by Jane Goodger

Author:Jane Goodger
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, historical romance, romance historical, victorian romance, shipboard romance
Publisher: Jane Goodger

Chapter TEN

When Abigail Mitchell sailed on the Julia, Jared had a storage locker near the helm converted into a topcabin for her. It had been a cool place to while away the hours to read or sew or simply enjoy a fine day out of the glare of the sun. The day after their lovemaking, West had the locker cleared and with the aid of the ship’s carpenter, the tiny room was quickly converted back into a cabin.

“It will be cooler than below deck. And far more comfortable, I’m sure,” West said, rocking from heel to toe, arms behind his back, as he showed Sara her new accommodations.

“It’s nice,” she said, taking in the narrow bunk already made up with her quilt from below deck. He didn’t think she would say anything else until she softly said, “Is this truly necessary?”

He’d nodded curtly. “It is.”

Sara stepped into the cabin, her face burning with humiliation that he should banish her from what had become her home. The cabin, while small, was perfectly acceptable, she told herself. It was clean and had windows that allowed in a cooling breeze. It even had a tiny, built-in writing desk and book shelf. Someone—she was quite certain it wasn’t West—had put a small flowering plant on the desk, and she walked over to it, her hand drifting over one of the waxy petals.

Sara cursed her heart that wrenched at the thought that he had placed the plant there simply to please her.

“Mr. Billings thought you would like it,” came his gruff voice.

A wave of disappointment swept over her, punctuating the truth that she loved him still. “Please tell him thank you.”

“You may tell him tonight. At dinner.”

Sara turned to him, hating the fact she still thought him the most handsome of men, that her heart skipped a beat just to look at him. He was leaning a forearm against the cabin’s entrance, his ankles were crossed, in a pose that gave him the air of deceptive nonchalance. For all his relaxed stance, he seemed to be a man a heartbeat away from lunging at a foe. He had discarded his necktie and waistcoat and wore only a crisp white shirt, open at the neck. His dark brown hair ruffled a bit in the wind, his expression was that of slight irritation. What had they been talking about?

“Dinner,” Sara muttered with a mental shake. “I’ll be taking my meals in here,” she said, and readied herself for another verbal battle.

“Very well.” He turned and walked away, and Sara sank down onto the bunk, the very picture of dejection. She wanted him to argue, to demand that she join him for dinner, to act as heavy-handed as she knew he could be when he wanted something. Clearly, he did not want her. Not anymore, not if wanting her might mean something more than grappling together in a swinging bed.

“Hey there.”

Sara looked up to find her brother standing hesitantly by the door. “Welcome to my new home,” she said with a small wave of her hand.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.