Stormy Persuasion by Johanna Lindsey
“Was that a question?” she asked.
He chuckled. “How big is your family?”
“Immediate? Both parents are hale and hearty. My sister, Jaime, is two years younger than I and doesn’t take well to sailing, so she stayed home with my mother. My half sister, Katey, is much older and is aboard with her husband, Boyd.”
“I meant the lot of you.”
She suspected he didn’t, but she answered anyway. “Don’t think I’ve ever counted the number. My father is the youngest of four brothers. They’ve all got wives and children, even a few grandchildren, so if I had to guess offhand, there’s more’n thirty of us.”
It sounded as if he choked back a laugh. She was not going to glance his way to be sure. Keeping her eyes off him was working—somewhat. At least she’d stopped wondering if he was going to kiss her—oh, God, now she couldn’t think of anything else. It had been thrilling, if a little overwhelming, but the feelings it had stirred in her had been too nice not to want to experience them again.
“—most of my life,” he was saying.
“What?”
“Your previous question.”
“But what did you just say?”
“Where did your mind wander off to?”
The humor in his tone made her wonder if he already knew, which made her blush even more. “Would you just start over, please?”
“When you ask so nicely, of course. I said that I was a sailor first, that I sailed with my father most of my life.”
“Except for the three years you worked as a carpenter. You mentioned that to my uncle. Where and why did you learn that trade if you already had a job with your father?”
“No cheating, darlin’. That’s three questions in a row you’re asking.”
She huffed, “I wouldn’t have to if you would elaborate, instead of giving me terse answers that only lead to a dozen more questions.”
He chuckled. “So you adhere to logic and exaggeration, oh, and let’s not forget stubbornness. I’m starting a list.”
“And you adhere to evasion. D’you really think that isn’t obvious?”
“You know, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off you.”
She sucked in her breath, her eyes flying to his. His expression said that he wasn’t just trying to distract her. Blatant desire, poignant and sensual. It struck a chord, lit a flame. . . .
“Just thought you should know,” he added, then looking away, asked, “Where did you grow up?”
Judith needed a moment to come back to earth. Actually, longer. As if he had touched her, her nipples still tingled from hardening, her pulse was still racing. She would like to think she would have stopped him from kissing her just then, but she knew she wouldn’t have. Why didn’t he!?
Oh, God, the man was more dangerous than she’d thought—to her senses. She jumped off the crate to put some distance between them. She was going to have to be more cautious of his tactics.
“London,” she said, and said no more. Still watching him, she noticed when his mouth tightened just a little, but enough to guess he didn’t like short answers either. “Annoying, isn’t it, lack of elaboration?”
“I’ll survive.”
She snorted at his glib answer. “Well, since I’m usually more thorough, I’ll add, I was born and raised in London, as well as tutored there. In fact, I rarely left the city except to visit family in other parts of England, such as Hampshire, where I first met you.”
“And at least twice to America.”
She smiled. “Before I comment on that, I require another answer from you. Why did you learn carpentry if you already were working with your father?”
He glanced at her again and laughed heartily. She liked the way humor disarmed him so thoroughly, his face, his mouth, his eyes, all revealed it. It said that he was getting used to her and wasn’t the least bit afraid that she might land him in jail. Confidence that he could change her mind about him, or actual innocence? There was the rub. If she had that answer by now, then she wouldn’t be here—or she would, just for a different reason.
He addressed her last question. “I had a row with my father that led to my leaving Cornwall for good when I was twenty. I ended up settling in Southampton, which is where I took up carpentry.”
She repaid him in kind. “My first trip to America was with Jack, too, to visit her mother’s hometown of Bridgeport. This trip is for her come-out there before we have another in London. It’s unusual to have two, of course, but her American uncles insisted. If you don’t know what a come-out entails—”
“I do. It’s what you nabobs do to get yourselves a husband. So you’re going on the marriage mart, are you? Somehow, I didn’t expect you’d need to.”
Had he just given her a compliment, but in a derogatory tone? “I don’t need to. I’ve lost count of how many men have already petitioned my father for permission to court me this summer.”
“So you’ve got a host of eager suitors waiting for you to return to England?”
“No, as it happens, my father threw all those hopeful gentlemen out of the house. He didn’t appreciate the reminder that I was approaching a marriageable age.”
“Good for him.”
She raised a brow. “Really? Why would you side with him about that?”
“Because women don’t need to get married as soon as they can.”
“You’re talking about someone you know personally, aren’t you?” she guessed.
He nodded. “My sister. She should have waited for a better man who could have made her happy instead of accepting the first offer to come her way. It didn’t turn out well.”
Judith waited a moment for him to continue, but she heard the sound of approaching voices. She gasped. “That’s my father and uncle.”
“Bleedin’ hell, hide.”
Chapter Twenty-One
The timing was horrible on all accounts. Nathan had just opened up, answering questions without asking any of his own. That could have gone much further if they weren’t interrupted. But Judith didn’t need to be told to hide. She was hurrying toward the crates when Nathan’s arm hooked around her waist and she was pretty much deposited on the floor behind one. At least she had room to hide there because none of the supplies were placed close to the hull since it needed to be checked regularly for leaks. It was one of Nathan’s jobs as the ship’s carpenter—when he wasn’t being interrogated by the captain’s niece.
She crouched down behind the crate with a few moments to spare before she could distinguish her father, just entering the hold, saying, “. . . answered too readily, without a single pause. Didn’t have to think about it even once.”
“And your point?” James replied.
“Thought that would convince you the lad is telling the truth.”
“I never called him a liar, Tony. He can be exactly who he says he is and still have an agenda other than the simple one he claims. Telling us nothing but the truth doesn’t mean he hasn’t left out some pertinent details.”
It almost sounded as if they were talking about Nathan, but Judith knew better. They were discussing Andrássy, although Nathan might not guess that. And why hadn’t he left yet? She could still see him standing between the two crates by his tools, his back to the entrance, and less than two feet from her. He was providing her with more concealment, but she could tell from the aggressive set of his wide shoulders that he was tense. Did he expect a confrontation? Or just expect he might have to protect her from one? Decent of him, but she wouldn’t let it come to that.
As if she weren’t anxious enough, she felt dread when it occurred to her why her father and her uncle had come down here. To use the new ring. They wouldn’t be leaving soon, which meant she couldn’t leave either. It also meant they’d hear Jack calling for her when she didn’t see her on deck, and that would be anytime now. She could even imagine her father initiating a search of the ship by everyone on board.
James’s voice had sounded farther away, as if he’d already got
“My nephew’s wife has hair like yours,” Anthony said in a deceptively affable tone.
Judith’s eyes flared wide. It sounded as if her father was standing right in front of the crate she was hiding behind! But she knew he was talking to Nathan.
“Be a good chap and tell me you aren’t related to the Hilary family.”
“Never heard of them,” Nathan replied cautiously.
“Good.”
Judith didn’t have to see it to know her father had just punched Nathan in the gut. The sound was unmistakable. But why? And not just once. She winced with each blow that followed. She knew how brutal her father could be when it came to landing punches. Was Nathan even trying to defend himself? She was afraid to look. She couldn’t not look.
Nathan ducked the next blow. He’d maneuvered the fight so Anthony’s back was to her. James was facing her from his position in the ring, but his eyes were on the two men below him and his tone was quite dry when he said, “You’re allowed to fight back, Mr. Tremayne. My brother won’t be satisfied unless you do.”
Nathan blocked a blow to his face and followed it with a right jab that caught Anthony in the chin and snapped his head back slightly. She winced for her father now, yet she wondered if he wasn’t secretly pleased that he wasn’t going to win easily. He loved a good fight. There’s wasn’t a Malory who didn’t know it. But if he appreciated that Nathan wasn’t flat on his back yet, he gave no indication of it. He continued to deliver blow after blow, concentrating on Nathan’s midsection, while Nathan got in two more punches to Anthony’s chin and cheek.
James finally said, “Enough, Tony. I don’t want him damaging his hands on you. He needs them to do his job.”
“Someone else can do his bloody job,” Anthony replied in a snarl.
“Actually, they can’t,” James rejoined. “We only have one carpenter aboard.”
“He’s the one found your hidden miscreant last night?”
“Yes.”
One more punch. “Very well, I’m done. I shall consider us even—Tremayne, is it? Unless you do something to tip the scales again.”
“Your idea of even stinks—my lord.”
Judith groaned to herself at that less than conciliatory answer, but Anthony merely seemed to be amused by it and quipped, “On the contrary, dear boy. You’re still standing, aren’t you?”
James offered magnanimously, “If you need to rest up after your exertions, Tony, I can wait another day to test out this ring.”
“Bite your tongue, old man. That was just a warm-up.” Anthony proved it by joining James in the ring.
Nathan should have left, but instead he sat on the crate that Judith was still hiding behind. She was sitting cross-legged now, facing the hull, her back against the crate. She assumed Nathan was just catching his breath, watching the action in the ring.
So she was surprised a few minutes later to hear him say in a low, if incredulous tone, “How does he do that at his age and after what I just meted out to him?”
He was talking about the punches her father and her uncle were doling out to each other in the ring. She whispered back, “Don’t equate age with skill. My father has had years of conditioning, not to mention frequent matches with his brother like the one you’re watching now.”
Nathan snorted quietly. “I gave you the opportunity to leave—why didn’t you?”
She didn’t answer that and instead asked, “Did he hurt you?”
“What d’you think?”
“How badly?”
“I might survive.”
She started to frown until she recognized the teasing note in his voice. There was something else she wanted to know. “What did you do to provoke his anger?”
“I have to be at fault?”
“I know my father. I can tell when he holds a grudge against someone. Why?”
“I might have knocked him out on the London docks before we sailed.”
She gasped. “How? The only one he ever loses to is my uncle James.”
“Caught him by surprise, you could say. But you heard him. We’re even now.”
She almost said, “Don’t count on it,” but she didn’t want him to turn leery of talking to her because of her father. That might happen anyway now, but she wasn’t going to help it along.
Then he added, “Go now while they’re distracted. Stay low.”
“You should leave as well.”
“Not a chance. People have to pay to watch fights of this caliber. Besides, don’t take it wrong, darlin’, but I want to see your old man lose.”
That infuriated her, enough to make her hiss, “You won’t see it today. Mark my words, my uncle is going to let him win that bout.”
“Why would he do a fool thing like that?” Nathan sounded surprised.
“Because those two are very close. It might not always seem like it, but they are. And because it will soothe ruffled feathers, even put my father in a good mood—which might help him to forget about you for the duration of the voyage. Just don’t expect my uncle to do you that favor after we dock and you’re no longer working for him.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“I prob��ly should have mentioned this sooner, but someone’s caught my eye,” Judith told her cousin.
They were sitting in the middle of the double bed in Jacqueline’s cabin, both cross-legged, cards in hand, more cards on the blanket between them. Jack was barefoot and wearing her ship togs, which she would probably wear every day until they docked. Judith still preferred not to wear them and even more so after seeing Nathan’s reaction to them. She was outfitted in a simple, blue day dress with short-capped sleeves.
They often played whist by themselves, despite its being a four-person game. They merely skirted the rules with each of them playing an extra hand. It was not as exciting with only one player to worry about instead of three, but it passed the time for them, and Judith found it more fun than a game of chess, which Jack always won.
But Jacqueline didn’t even glance up at Judith after her statement, which Judith found rather disappointing because it had taken her several days to get up the nerve to make it. But she was still tense. Normally she’d be bubbling with excitement when she shared something like this, but she was too worried that she’d inadvertently reveal too much.
“In London?” Jack asked as she picked up her extra hand to play a card from it.
“No, on board.”
That got Jack’s immediate attention and a laugh. “Good God, not Andrássy! I know he’s quite handsome, but he’s our cousin.”
Judith found the mistake amusing enough to point out, “Too distant to count, actually. What would you add to it, that he’s our fifth cousin, sixth, tenth, when they usually stop adding numbers after second? But no, it’s not Andrássy.”
“Who then? There’s no one else aboard except common sailors—oh, no, you don’t!” Jack made a sound that was half gasp, half snort. “It’s a good thing you mentioned it so we can nip this in the bud right now. Your parents will never let you go to a man who doesn’t have at least some prospects!”
Judith rolled her eyes. “Are you forgetting what happened when I turned eighteen? Half my inheritance from my mother was turned over to me, more money than any one family could ever need. Prospects, I believe, won’t be an issue.”
“That’s beside the bloody point and you know it,” Jack was quick to stress.
“You’re being a snob.”
“I am not! Just realistic. Of course if you intend to elope instead of getting permission, then I won’t say another word.”
Judith started laughing, couldn’t help it. This was not how she’d expected this conversation to go. But at least her tension was gone for the moment, thanks to J
“You are getting so far ahead of yourself, Jack. I didn’t say I’ve found my future husband. I’m just highly intrigued by this man and want to get to know him better, perhaps find a few moments alone with him when we could speak freely. And he’s not just a common sailor, he’s a carpenter.” And my ghost, she wanted to add, but instead mentioned what Nathan had told James about his stolen ship.
Jack grinned, which brought forth her dimples. “Alone with him, eh? Are you sure you won’t be too nervous to say a word, let alone have a conversation? You’ve never been alone with a man who isn’t a relative.”
“I think I can manage. And we’re on a ship. It’s not as if he can hie off with me or one of your father’s sailors or servants wouldn’t be within shouting distance.”
Jack chuckled. “Point taken. And he does sound quite interesting. His name?”
“Nathan Tremayne.”
Jack raised a golden brow so like her father’s habit. “I even like the sound of it.” But then she speculated aloud, “Judith Tremayne. Judy Tre—”
“I told you I’m not—”
“Yes, yes. And we’re not getting married for at least a year. Doesn’t mean you can’t take that long to get to know this chap. Besides, options are good things to have, and you’ll want lots before the time comes to choose a husband.” Then Jack scooted off the bed, scattering their cards and pulling Judith with her.
“Where are we going?”
Jack tossed her some shoes, but didn’t bother getting a pair for herself. “I have to meet this young man of yours for myself. Let’s go find him.”
Judith wasn’t about to protest when she hadn’t actually seen Nathan for two days. And she’d looked for him each time she came on deck. But short of sneaking around and looking for him, which she had decided she was never going to do again, she hadn’t been able to find him and had concluded that his job was keeping him busy elsewhere.