The Captain’s Heiress by Jarecki Amy

Author:Jarecki, Amy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oliver Heber Books
Published: 2022-04-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Isabella did not ask Gibb for another kiss. In fact, she did not indicate that she desired to kiss him again even though he had a strong suspicion that if he pulled the woman into his arms, she wouldn’t reject his advances. No, Miss Harcourt would not have balked as her lips yielded to him.

And heaven knew he wanted to do so much more than kiss. Since that unforgettable joining of the lips nights ago, if he dared to again kiss her, he doubted he’d be able to stop. And he would never, ever ravish the woman. Isabella was pure and chaste, and merely kissing him was the most daring thing she’d ever done in her life.

After the incredibly romantic night when they’d waltzed and kissed, it was as if she had closed off the passion thrumming through her blood and resolved to face her destiny.

As planned, the ship moored in Norfolk, Virginia, where Gibb dispatched a letter to Mr. Schuyler to let the miner know they would arrive in Savannah in five days’ time—two days for the men to offload the barrels of whisky, a day to load the sharecroppers’ wool, and, since the wind was waning, another couple for sailing to Savannah. While they were in Norfolk, Cookie replenished supplies while Archie took the thieving Mr. Briggs ashore and handed him over to the port authorities.

But all too soon, they had weighed anchor and pointed the Prosperity southward.

Regardless of his feelings, Gibb continued to spend a great deal of time with Isabella, helping with her translation work. No, she did not ask for another kiss, but he craved one with his entire being. And it was with every ounce of strength he possessed that he fought his craving. He relied on his training and good sense to constantly remind himself that he had no place in his life for a wife, and this particular woman was promised to another. She would never be his, could never be his.

It was pure torture to sit beside her every evening—and to resist temptation. He sat so close that all he needed to do was capture her dainty chin with the crook of his finger and turn her face just enough to brush his lips over hers. It was pure agony to be so near and yet powerless to pull her into his arms and onto his lap. And the worst torture was to be sitting directly beside a bed and not be able to lay Isabella down, pull the pins from her hair, and watch as those black locks sprawled across the pillow. To never make love to her haunted his dreams. To never tell her exactly how much she had entwined herself into his heart haunted his every waking moment.

Tomorrow they would arrive in Savannah, but tonight Gibb sat watching Isabella as she tilted her journal toward the lantern.

“…I won my fight in the arena yesterday, which is why I am alive and able to take up my quill once again.

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