Captive of My Desires (18 page)

“W
HAT DO YOU SUPPOSE PIRATES WERE DOING IN
E
NGLAND?”
Georgina asked James.

She was trying to show him that she wasn’t that upset, but she wasn’t having much luck, not after he’d seen her stricken expression as Drew’s crewman related the tale. The man had managed to slip over the side of
The Triton
while it was still in the channel, without being seen, and came straightaway to Berkeley Square to tell them that Drew had lost his ship to pirates, and he’d overheard them say they were heading to a small island east of St. Kitts.

“Does it matter? Pirates, thieves, whatever they are, they’re still in possession of your brother’s ship.” And then James mumbled, “Bloody well wouldn’t have happened on
The Maiden Anne.
”

Georgina pretended she didn’t hear that.
The Maiden Anne
had been James’s ship and he’d been a gentleman pirate himself for many a year, even capturing a few of her family’s ships, as well as capturing her heart when she’d sailed with him as his cabin boy.

His tone implied he was angry. She wasn’t surprised. He couldn’t stand to see her upset about anything and usually wanted to kill whoever caused it. In this case there was nothing he could do, and that would just make him even more angry. Not that anyone who didn’t know him well could tell. It wasn’t his way to shout or rant or get emotional. Oh, no, James Malory was unique in that regard. If he was going to demolish someone, that person would have no prior warning.

“At least Boyd is here,” she said. “I’m sure he’ll want to go after
The Triton.
”

“Of course he will, but is that going to relieve your mind?” he asked pointedly.

He knew her too well. Of course it wouldn’t. Boyd didn’t captain his own ship, nor was his ship equipped to deal with pirates. But then neither was
The Triton
heavily armed.

“I’ve bought a ship,” James continued. “It was to be a surprise for the next time you get it into your pretty head to cross the ocean.”

She grinned at him. It had
really
stuck in his craw that he’d almost had to sail without being in command of the vessel. She wasn’t at all surprised that he’d make sure it never happened again.

“Then you’re going after them?” she said.

“Of course.”

“That’s an excellent plan,” she agreed, already feeling much better.

“Thought you might think so.”

“And I’ll go with you.”

“Now, George—”

“Don’t even think of leaving me at home to worry myself sick.”

He just stared at her, waiting for her to come up with a few other reasons he could more easily disagree with. She wisely changed the subject by pulling a note out of her pocket and handing it to him. She’d found it when she’d stopped by Gabrielle’s room this morning to see if she was feeling better. Quite a shock to find her gone instead, though Drew’s crewman showing up soon after with the news that his ship had been captured by pirates had made her temporarily forget about it.

He frowned at her when he finished reading it. “You think Gabrielle has taken Drew’s ship?”

Georgina blinked. “Heavens no, that never occurred to me. I was merely surprised that she didn’t
tell
us her father was in trouble, that she just packed up and left, merely leaving that note. You’d think she would have at least asked for your help, since you and her father had been friends.”

“She probably felt she’d imposed on us enough. But the timing is rather…on the mark, don’t you think? When did she leave?”

“This morning, no, wait, it could have been last night while we were at Tony’s for dinner. She wasn’t feeling well, which was why she didn’t join us, as I’d told you—”

“But she was well enough to sneak off, so I’d say that was just an excuse.”

“Oh, come now, you can’t
really
think she’d commandeer Drew’s ship. He’s my brother. I befriended her. If anything, she might have asked him for help since she knew he was sailing. For all we know, he might have agreed and she’s a passenger, or rather a hostage right now, just like he is. She’d have no reason to do him a wrong…turn…”

He sighed and finished the thought for her. “I see you’ve remembered what you told me he said at that ball the other night. Just the sort of thing to ruin the chit’s chances for a good match here.”

“Nonsense,” she disagreed. “It didn’t make the gossip rounds. And it’s been two days since that ball. We would’ve heard—”

“You’re always the last to know if you’re personally involved, m’dear,” he cut in, “and since you were her sponsor, you’re most definitely involved. Besides, we didn’t leave the house yesterday other than to go straight to Tony’s for dinner and back.”

“I know.” She sighed. “Actually, when I first read Gabrielle’s note, I thought it might be a ruse, that she’s merely gone into hiding to weather the storm. I was going to ask you to find her so we could blast this scandal out of the water.”

He raised a golden brow. “And how would you have done that
if
it is making the rounds already? It’s not a lie, but the truth.”

“A lover scorned, wanting revenge,” she replied. “Very easy.”

“You mean she scorned Drew and he wanted to blacken her reputation by making that remark?”

“Well, my brother did start the rumor. Which is why I’d feel so guilty if this has ruined her.”

“Stop it,” he demanded. “For all you know he may have been provoked.”

She stared at him incredulously. “You’re taking Drew’s side?”

“Bite your tongue, George. I’d never. But did you never notice the sparks that would fly between those two?”

“Of course I did. They seemed not to like each other a’tall to begin with, but that changed rather quickly. It even worried me enough that I tried to warn Gabrielle away from Drew.”

“But did you warn him away from her?”

She blinked. “Of course not. You know how he is. He’s worse than you were, about being determined to never marry. So he knew very well she was off-limits to him.”

“And that, m’dear, might have been the problem. She’s a very pretty chit. If she set her cap for him, he may have indeed been provoked, or tempted beyond good sense, as it were.”

She frowned. “Well, in any case, I’ll send a note off to Reggie to find out for sure if there is a rumor circulating. She keeps abreast of all the current gossip, so she’d know. But still, Gabrielle only went out for a little while yesterday with one of those men she came to London with, according to Artie. And he said she only had one other visitor, a young man he guessed was one of her suitors. But if, as you say, the subject is the last to know about their own scandal, then she wouldn’t know either, would she?”

“I wouldn’t count on it. It’s too bloody coincidental and would explain why she didn’t ask Drew for his help.”

“That’s
if
she’s on his ship.”

“Doesn’t matter, m’dear. Whether she’s one of those pirates or at their mercy, or in hiding as you first guessed, I’ll round up a crew today. So stop worrying about your brother. Whoever instigated this mess will be torn limb from limb. You may depend upon it.”

G
ABRIELLE HAD BEEN AWAY
from the captain’s cabin too long now. It was quite possible that with no one watching him, Drew had been able to free himself while she was gone, so she took Bixley with her for backup and sent him in first. But she wasn’t kidding herself. She knew that some of her eagerness to get back here had nothing to do with her concern that he’d escaped in her absence.

The captain was still where she’d left him, but she circled his chair, at a good distance, to make sure the ropes were still about his wrists before she dismissed Bixley. Drew hadn’t said anything yet, he just followed her with those disturbing dark eyes of his until she got behind him. He was probably still simmering, and she didn’t doubt he’d turn her over to the authorities if he had the chance, just as he’d said. But he’d have to catch her first, and how likely was that? He didn’t know where she lived in the Caribbean, and it was highly doubtful she’d ever return to England now. Because of him. Because he’d carelessly blackened her name there.

Of course, there was the possibility that he was so furious about losing his ship to her, even though she’d assured him it was only temporary, that he might just hunt her down himself. He might also be angry because he’d thought they were going to kill him. That could be why he was giving her those dagger looks. Now that she thought of it, he had mentioned the possibility of his being being tossed over the side right before he’d asked if he was going to be ravished first.

She blushed again, remembering that, but at least she was standing behind him where he couldn’t see it. He knew why she was back there, though, and asked with a sigh, “You really thought I’d try that again when the first attempt rubbed my skin raw?”

She frowned and raised the sleeves of his jacket to see the damage he was talking about. It was mostly just red skin, but there were a number of abrasions that had beaded blood. Why hadn’t she noticed that when she’d retied him earlier? And why was her first urge to untie him and find some salve for his abraded skin?

She pursed her lips, annoyed that she’d even had the urge to soothe his discomfort, and came back around his chair to face him. She’d already given her cabin to Margery. Her friend was feeling a little seasick, which had happened before for the first couple days after they left port. So she’d been quick to offer her her own cabin, too quick. It had given her the excuse she needed to keep Drew close at hand. She just had to tell him now that he was going to be sharing a cabin with her. She was looking forward to his dismay.

But he spoke up first. “My sister and James befriended you and this is how you pay them back?”

She tsked and pointed out, “I didn’t take their ship, I took yours.”

“You don’t think they’ll take that personally? I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but James is a man who holds grudges to the grave. The Malorys aren’t a family to cross or harm, but that particular Malory is the most unreasonable and vengeful of the lot.”

“Sorry, but I was witness to how much he
doesn’t
like his brothers-in-law. Care to try again?”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with me, it’s because my sister loves me and she’ll be upset about this. He’s very protective of her, you know. Gets quite unreasonable about it, actually.”

“Your sister won’t even find out I’ve captured your ship until you’re free again,” she replied, though he
was
starting to make her feel uneasy about James Malory. Living in his house for a few weeks, she never did get over the nervousness that man caused her.

“Never know what he’ll take offense at. I sure as hell wouldn’t risk him hunting me down, for any reason.”

“And you won’t hunt us down? Weren’t you the one promising to see us all behind bars?”

“Of course, but I’ll just be nicer about it than James will be.”

She laughed at him. He said that in such a grumble. He was obviously annoyed that she hadn’t turned so terrified over his dire predictions that she might release him immediately. And just to rub it in a little more…

“By the by,” she said nonchalantly, “I do have some unpleasant information for you.”

“Why am I not surprised?” he replied sarcastically.

She ignored that and continued, “The cabin I was going to move you to is no longer available for your use.”

“So?”

“So you could have been cut loose in it, but since you now will have to remain here—”

“You can’t keep me tied up indefinitely,” he cut in now, his body stiff with indignation. “Or were you going to hand-feed me?”

She shook her head. “No, I wasn’t planning on that. What I’ve decided is that you’ll have to be chained in here, well, that’s if we can find some chains. But I have men looking as we speak.”

“Chained to your bed? And you call that unpleasant information?”

She knew he didn’t mean it, but his tone now sounded intrigued…and seductive. He was just trying to embarrass her and it certainly worked. From the very beginning, the man had had no trouble a’tall making her cheeks burn with his risqué remarks that were so improper. Of course, they would be scandalous only in polite company, and he’d thought from the beginning that she was a pirate. He probably figured she was used to such talk, and if he did, that was a good thing. It meant he believed the role she was playing.

It was late morning. She’d requested food be delivered before she returned to the cabin. She hoped the chains arrived first, so the captain could feed himself. She needed to start behaving more like an uncaring pirate, though, so eating in front of him, and letting him go hungry while she did, wasn’t such a bad idea.

As for his remark about her bed, if he really hadn’t been trying to embarrass her, then she could expect more of the same and she’d rather not hear any more comments that set her mind to wondering about things she shouldn’t. She was supposed to be making him want her, not the other way around. She could think of one sure way to put an end to what he kept insinuating, though—if he thought she was already spoken for. That might even further her plan, since it was human nature to want what you can’t have.

She no sooner had the idea than Richard walked in, twirling a chain in his hand, a long one. Most of it he had draped about his neck. And it looked as if there was a shackle attached to the end hanging near his waist.

“Is this what you had in mind, Captain? There were two of them in the hold. I used my brilliant persuasive techniques to get one of their crew to toss it up to me. I told them it was for an Englishman,” he snickered. “Americans, they carry such long grudges, they didn’t even ask who.”

“The war has been over for a number of years,” she reminded him.

“Doesn’t matter, it worked to get me the chain. I’d suggest the other for the first mate, but as big as he is, I doubt any of us would care to get that close to him to try to put it on. At least this one is already restrained.”

He was referring to Drew, who’d been watching him with narrowed eyes since he’d walked in. Immediately she realized that Richard was the perfect candidate to give Drew the impression she wanted him to have.

She moved closer to Richard, patted his cheek tenderly, and said in a low purring voice, “Thank you,
chérie,
for the chain,” and promptly kissed him on the mouth in what she hoped was a lover-like manner.

But she really should have discussed her impromptu plan with Richard first, because without warning him, she took him so by surprise that his immediate reaction was to push her away from him. Unfortunately, he shoved her away, which caused her equal surprise, since it landed her on her arse.

Richard was too busy wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve to notice her new position, and was indignantly demanding, “What the devil are you doing, Gabby?”

“Sitting on the floor, blast you!”

“Oh,” he said as he looked down at her, and then, “Oh!” as he offered a hand. “Sorry about that.”

She slapped his hand away, got to her feet, dusted off her skirt. Drew was laughing. He obviously didn’t need to ask why she’d kissed Richard; he’d figured that out quite easily for himself when Richard hadn’t reciprocated even a little bit.

“Shall we try that again,
chérie
?” Richard asked.

“Not in this lifetime,” she snorted. “And don’t
chérie
me, you dense man.”

He chuckled. Drew laughed harder. She would have liked to throw something at both of them, but most everything in the cabin was bolted down. No knickknacks, no clutter, though there were several large chests not counting hers, so maybe the captain just hadn’t unpacked yet.

She pointed a stiff finger at the door and said to her friend, “Go, before I add your head to the growing number of them being bashed today.”

Then, seeing Richard opening the door and taking the chain with him, she called him back. “Before you go, redeem yourself by getting the captain shackled to that chain first, and make damn sure it’s secure.”

Richard winced. “I need redeeming?”

She just narrowed her eyes at him in reply.