"I wonder where we passed them." Richard didn't bother to correct the reference to Miss Treyman being his young lady. The argument began in London and had changed little over the long months of travel.
"Probably for the best." A wry expression etched the weathered face. "Knowing you, you'd've attempted to find her, delaying us further. As it was, the captain shortened the stops in every port and did all within his power to hasten the journey. It paid off."
"I'm grateful." Richard surveyed the workers preparing for the ships
docking, like ants scuttling about. The prickly sensation under his skin
intensified.
Paul's gaze sharpened, focusing over Richard's shoulder. "Beware the approaching storm," the sailor grumbled.
"Mr. Carrington!" The honeyed feminine voice reached him before the cloying scent the woman always wore.
"Lady Friedman." Richard turned to face the woman who'd made her interest in him unmistakable, despite her married status.
Paul's gaze sharpened, focusing over Richard's shoulder. "Beware the approaching storm," the sailor grumbled.
"Mr. Carrington!" The honeyed feminine voice reached him before the cloying scent the woman always wore.
"Lady Friedman." Richard turned to face the woman who'd made her interest in him unmistakable, despite her married status.
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