From Chapter One
Askeaton, Ireland--March 23, 1833
Alexi hadn’t been home in more than two years, but it
almost felt like an eternity. Elysse O’Neil smiled at
herself in the gilded mirror hanging over the handsome
rosewood bureau in her pink, mauve and white bedroom. She
had just finished dressing for the occasion. She knew that
her excitement was obvious—she was flushed, her eyes
bright—but she was thrilled that Alexi de Warenne had come
home, at last. She couldn’t wait to hear all about his
adventures!
And she couldn’t help wondering if he would notice that
she was a grown woman now; she’d had a dozen suitors in the
past two years, not to mention five offers of marriage!
She smiled again, deciding that her pastel green gown
made her nearly violet eyes even more intriguing. She was
accustomed to male admiration; she had been seriously
pursued every since she had turned sixteen, but boys had
begun to look at her when she was still a preadolescent
child. And Alexi had, too, and she wondered what he would
think of her now. She wasn’t certain why she wanted him to
notice her now—they were friends, after all—but surely he
would, and impulsively, she tugged her neckline down,
adjusting it to show off just a bit more of her cleavage.
He had never been gone for so long before. She wondered
if he had changed. Two and a half years ago when he’d made a
run to Canada for fur, she hadn’t known that it would be
years before he would return, but she recalled their parting
as if it had been yesterday.
He had looked at her with that cocky grin he had.
"And will you be wearing a ring when I get back?"
She had known what he had meant; she had been
startled, but she had recovered and she had instantly become
coy. "I always wear rings." But she had wondered if some
dashing Englishman would sweep her off her feet before he
returned. She certainly hoped so!
"Not diamonds."His grin had faded and his thick
black lashes had lowered, shielding his brilliantly blue
eyes from her.
She had shrugged, and then, flippantly, "I can’t
help it if I have so many suitors, Alexi. There will
probably be many suits. Father will surely know which one
to accept for me."
And that grin had returned and he had shrugged.
"Yes, I imagine you will be offered for, and Devlin will
make certain you are properly married off."
Her heart had skipped so oddly then as their eyes
had met and held. One day, her father would find her a great
match, and because she had overheard her parents speaking
about her, she happened to know that they both wanted it to
be a love match as well. How perfect would that be?
"If I am not offered for, I will be vastly
insulted," she said, meaning it.
"Isn’t it enough that you are always surrounded by
admirers?"
"I hope to be wed by the time I am eighteen!" she
had exclaimed. Her eighteenth birthday would be in the fall.
But as she had spoken, her heart had lurched oddly—October
was only six months away. And with confusion, she had
shaken off the odd feeling of dread, smiling brightly at
him. She had taken his hands. "What will you bring me this
time?" He always brought her a gift when he returned from
the sea.
And he had simply stared. Then, after a pause, he
had said softly, "I will bring you back a Russian sable,
Elysse."
She had been surprised. "You are sailing for Lower
Canada."
"I know where I am going," he had replied, his gaze
terribly direct. "And I will bring you back a Russian
sable."
She had scoffed at him, accusing him of teasing her,
certain he was doing just that. He had simply grinned and
then he had said goodbye to the rest of her family, and he
had swaggered out of the salon, while she had rushed off to
a tea where she knew her most recent suitors would be
eagerly awaiting her...
And he had remained in Canada for several months,
apparently having some problems acquiring a cargo for the
run home. And when he had finally raced back to Liverpool,
he hadn’t stayed. Instead, he had turned around directly
for the islands for sugarcane. She had been surprised, and
even somewhat disappointed.
Of course, she had never doubted that he would follow in
his father’s footsteps; Cliff de Warenne had one of the
world’s most successful maritime transport companies and
Alexi had been at sea with his father for most of his life,
from an even earlier age than when she had first met him.
It was a foregone conclusion that when he came of age Alexi
would take on the most lucrative trade routes, carrying the
most profitable cargoes, as his father had once done. And
he’d come of age at seventeen, to command his first ship.
Elysse was the daughter of a retired naval captain, and she
truly understood how much Alexi loved the sea— it was in
his blood. Men like Cliff de Warenne and her father, Devlin
O’Neil, men like Alexi, could never remain on land for very
long.
Still, she had expected him to come home after his run
to the West Indies. He always came home, sooner or later.
He had not. He had refitted his ship in Liverpool and set a
course to China!
When Elysse had learned that he had leased his ship, the
Ariel, to the East India Company, which had a monopoly on
the China trade, she had instantly become worried. Although
retired, Devlin O’Neil frequently advised both the Admiralty
and the Foreign Offices on matters of imperial and maritime
policy. Elysse was well versed in the subjects of trade,
economics and foreign policy. She had heard all kinds of
talk about the China trade in past few years. The China Sea
was perilous--it remained mostly uncharted territory, with
hidden reefs, submerged rocks and unknown shoals, not to
mention monsoons and, by far worse, typhoons. Beating up
the China Sea was easy enough, if one didn’t encounter one
of those half hidden rocks or reefs, with the southwesterly
monsoons to aid you. But beating through the sea when
homeward bound was difficult and dangerous at best--and
Alexi didn’t know anything about it. However, he would
think the danger the very best part of his voyage! Alexi de
Warenne was fearless and he loved a challenge, and Elysse
knew that very well.
But apparently Elysse had worried about him in vain.
Last night, Alexi’s sister, Ariella, had sent her a note,
telling her that Alexi had just arrived at Windhaven. It
had been midnight when she’d gotten the hand delivered
message and she had been stunned to learn that he was
finally home. And not only had he safely put into Liverpool
a few days ago, with 505 tons of silks and tea, he’d made
the homeward run from Canton in 112 days—everyone was
talking about that. For a captain new to the route
to make that kind of speed was terribly impressive, and
Elysse knew it. More importantly, he’d be able to command
top dollar for his freight the next time he ran home from
China. Knowing Alexi as well as he did, he would surely brag
about that.
Elysse gave herself a final glance in the mirror and
tugged at her bodice a last time, well aware that her
mother would take her aside for being so daring. She had
been told many times that she took after both of her
parents—she was golden like her father, and petite, with
amethyst eyes, like her mother. She was an acclaimed
beauty—every suitor she’d ever had had raved about her
striking blond looks. She had turned twenty in the fall.
But there had been many suits, and in the past two years,
five marriage proposals. She’d turned every suitor and each
proposal down, and her father had not minded. She hoped
that Alexi wouldn’t taunt her for still being single.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t recall that her plan had been to be
happily married by the age of eighteen.
"Elysse! We’re here—Alexi is home and he is
downstairs!" Ariella cried, knocking on her door from the
corridor outside.
Elysse inhaled, suddenly so excited that she felt a bit
faint. She ran for the door, opening it. Her best friend’s
eyes widened just before they embraced, and she said, "Are
you going out tonight? Have I been excluded from an
invitation to a dinner party?"
Elysse smiled. It was late afternoon, but she was in an
evening dress. "Of course I’m not going out. I want to hear
all about China and Alexi’s adventures! How do I look?" She
swiftly pirouetted.
Ariella was a year younger than Elysse, with exotic
looks—light eyes, olive skin and dark golden hair. She was
also unfashionably educated—with a preference for libraries
and museums, and an aversion to shopping and balls. "If I
didn’t know better, I’d think you were hoping to impress
someone."
"Why would I bother to try to impress your brother?" She
laughed. "But he had better notice that I am very grown up
now—and the most desirable debutante in all of Ireland."
Ariella was wry. "Alexi has shortcomings, but a failure
to notice attractive women isn’t one of them."
Elysse closed the door. Alexi was a notorious ladies
man, but it was hardly a surprise—the de Warenne men were
infamous for their rakish ways, which ended on their
wedding day. It was an old family adage that when a de
Warenne fell in love, it was once and forever, although it
might take some time for that climactic event to happen.
Elysse squeezed Ariella’s hand, as they started down the
long corridor, lined with family portraits. "Did he say why
he’s been gone so long?"
"My brother is a seaman and an adventurer,"
Ariella said. "And I believe he is smitten with China—or the
China Trade, anyway. It was all he could talk about last
night—he wants to build a clipper just for the trade!"
Elysse looked at her as they went downstairs. "Then he
will continue to lease out to the East India Company? I
couldn’t imagine Alexi in someone else’s employ, and I was
surprised when I had heard he’d leased the Ariel out." Alexi
had never leased out his ship before.
"He was determined to get into the Trade," Ariella said.
"I do believe everyone within a league of Askeaton has
called, to hear firsthand about China and his run!"
Elysse could hear the murmurs of conversation
downstairs, and clearly, they had many callers. But of
course the neighbors would be interested in Alexi’s return
from China. News of his return from China would have spread
like wildfire. It was surely the most exciting event of the
Season.
And as they reach the bottom of the stairs, she could
see across the great entry hall, where her neighbors and
family had gathered. Askeaton was the ancestral home of the
O’Neill family, and the great hall was vast, with stone
floors and walls, its ceilings timbered. Great, old
tapestries were hanging on two if its walls. From one set
of oversized windows, one could see out across the rolling
green Irish countryside, and past the ruined tower behind
the manor house. But Elysse did not look outside, or even
at the crowd.
And her heart skipped wildly.
The eighteen year old boy was gone. A grown man had
taken his place. He stood in front of the huge stone
fireplace, his posture assured but indolent, clad in a
riding coat, breeches and boots . He was surrounded by
their callers. Yet his gaze lifted immediately, moved
across the crowd, and their gazes met.
And for one moment, she paused and stared. He had
changed so much. He was a man of experience now. A man of
confidence. And she saw it in the way he stood, the way he
shifted ever so slightly to face her directly, the way he
stared. And then, finally, he smiled at her.
Her heart lurched oddly, and the happiness was
instantaneous. Alexi was home.
Their hazes still held, but then her brother Jack
slapped his shoulder. "Damn it, you can’t leave it there,
tell me about the Sundra Strait."
For one more moment, they stared at one another, that
odd, half smile on his face, while Elysse beamed. But now,
she couldn’t help noticing that he was even more handsome
then when he had left her, and as her heart skipped again,
she was determined that he notice all of the changes in
her, too. And then she saw that three of her girlfriends
stood beside him, more closely than the rest of the crowd,
their expressions rapt and riveted on him.
"It took us three full days to beat through, Jack."
Alexi turned to her tall, golden brother. "I’ll even admit
I had a moment or two when I wondered if we’d be cast up on
the shoals there--and be spending the next fortnight in
Anjers making repairs."
Elysse now realized that she remained on the last step,
her hand on the banister. Alexi turned and gestured and a
tall tawny-haired man in a frock coat, a stock and
waistcoat, and pale trousers came over. Alexi seized his
shoulder. "I don’t think we’d have made our run in 112 days
without Montgomery. Best pilot I ever had. Best thing I
ever did was take him on board in Lower Canada."
Elysse finally looked at Alexi’s pilot, who was probably
a few years older than them both, and found him regarding
her. Montgomery smiled at her as one of their neighbors, a
gentleman squire, said eagerly, "Tell us about the China
Sea! Did you weather a typhoon?"
"No, tell us about the tea," Father MacKenzie cried,
smiling.
"Will China really stay closed to all foreigners?" Jack
asked.
Alexi grinned at them all. Then he looked across the
crowd at her and said, "I got the first pick, black tea,
the best you’ve ever had—I vow it." He wasn’t smiling now.
Although he spoke to the crowded room, his gaze never
wavered from her. "It’s Pekoe. You won’t find any other
ship’s captain bringing it home. Not this Season."
"How did you manage that feat?" Cliff asked, smiling
proudly at his son.
Alexi turned to his father. "That is a long story, one
that involves a few pretty pennies, and a very astute and
greedy compradore."
Elysse wondered what a compradore was. But of course
Alexi would get the best tea! She realized she had remained
upon the last few steps like a statue—what on earth was
wrong with her? She quickly started down the last few
steps, still watching Alexi as he turned to one of her
girlfriends, who asked him what Pekoe tea was like. Before
he could answer, Elysse felt herself miss a step and
stumble.
Elysse happened to be vey graceful; she was a beautiful
dancer. She couldn’t believe she would trip, and as she
fell, she seized the railing, mortified. As she grasped it,
someone caught her arm, preventing her from crashing to her
knees and utterly humiliating herself. And then Alexi slid
his arm very securely around her.
As Alexi helped her straighten, Elysse looked up into
his dazzling blue eyes, aware of the heat exploding in her
cheeks.
And for one moment, she was in his embrace. He began to
smile, amused. "Hello, Elysse."
Her cheeks felt terribly hot, but she knew that was from
the embarrassment of being so foolishly clumsy, and not
from being in his arms—she was certain. But she was
terribly confused and almost disoriented--she had never felt
so small, so petite, and so feminine, and Alexi had never
seemed so strong, so tall or so male. His body was hard and
warm against hers. His chest was huge behind her shoulder.
His hips were so narrow. And her heart was thundering now.
What on earth was wrong with her?
Somehow, she stepped away, putting a proper distance
between them. His smile seemed to widen. Her flush felt as
if it had expanded—even her chest was hot, now. "Hello,
Alexi. I have never heard of pekoe tea." She lifted her
chin.
"I am not surprised. No one gets first pickings—except,
of course, for me," he boasted. But his gaze seemed to be
on her décolletage. Then it was on her eyes, and she wasn’t
certain what had just happened—but her heart was racing
madly now.
It took her a moment to recover, for she was wondering
if he now found her beautiful, as her many suitors did. "Of
course you got the best tea." And because she was strangely
unnerved, she said lightly, "I didn’t know you were back.
When did you get home?"
"I thought Ariella sent you a note last night," he
drawled, and she realized that he was amused and had
instantly seen through her deception. "I docked in
Liverpool three days ago. I got home last night." He shoved
his hands in the pockets of his riding coat, making no move
to walk back into the salon.
"I’m surprised you even bothered to come home," she
said, deciding to pout.
He gave her an odd look, one she could not decipher, and
suddenly lifted her hand. "So you’re not wearing a ring."
She pulled her hand free. His touch had made her heart
slam. "I have had five offers, Alexi. And they were very
good offers. But I turned each gentleman down."
His gaze narrowed. "And if the offers were such good
ones, why would you do that? I seem to recall that your
intent was to be wed by the time you were eighteen."
He had remembered and he was laughing at her. Or was
her? He was smiling, but he had glanced aside. "Perhaps I
changed my mind!"
His gaze flickered. "Hmm, and why wouldn’t that surprise
me? Have you become a romantic, Elysse?" He laughed. "Are
you waiting for true love?"
"Oh, I had forgotten how annoying you can be! Of course
I am romantic—unlike you!" but his teasing was familiar—and
it felt safe.
"I’ve known you since we were children. You are
not a romantic. You are an insatiable flirt!"
Now she was truly annoyed. "All women flirt, Alexi,
unless, of course, they are old, fat or ugly!"
"Ah—you remain rather uncharitable. I am thinking that
your suitors must not have had the necessary qualifications
to become your husband." His eyes danced now. "Have you set
your sights on a duke, maybe? Or an Austrian prince? How
suitable that would be! Can I play matchmaker? I know a
duke or two!"
Surely he wasn’t serious! "I am very romantic, of course
I am. So clearly, you do not know me at all. And no, you
may not play matchmaker!"
"Really?" He was chuckling openly at her now. "We know
each other very well, Elysse. So don’t pretend we do not."
He tilted up her chin. "Have I annoyed you, somehow? I am
only teasing you, sweetheart."
She slapped his hand away, while her pulse thrummed.
"You know you have! Nothing has changed! I had forgotten
how you love to infuriate me. And who are you to call the
kettle black? I have heard there is a woman in every port."
"Ah, a gentleman does not kiss and tell, Elysse."
"Your reputation is well known." She scowled. Oddly, she
suddenly wondered if he really had a mistress in every
port, and she wasn’t certain why she should care, but she
did.
He touched her chin again. "Why are you scowling?
Aren’t you pleased to see me?" He wasn’t smiling and his
gaze became intent. His tone had softened. "Ariella said
you were worried about me—that you expected me to vanish
into the China Sea."
She trembled. What did that murmur signify? "Ariella was
wrong. I wasn’t worried about you." She inhaled, suddenly
furious with her friend. "She misunderstood. Why would I
worry about you? I am too occupied to worry. I just got back
from London and Paris, Alexi. In those salons we are not
talking about tea or typhoons!"
"Or me?" he asked, straight-faced and trying not to
laugh. "Everyone is talking about the China trade, Elysse.
It’s a new world. The East India Company can’t possibly
keep its grip on China, and China has to open up its ports
to the world."
"I don’t care about China, free trade, or you." She
huffed, aware of how hugely she was lying. After all, he
had been her friend since they were children—he would
always be her friend.
"God, my heart is forever broken." He smiled slightly.
"And we both know you do care—because you’re your father’s
daughter."
She folded her arms—his gaze slammed to her bosom. Very
taken aback now—even if she had wanted him to notice how
womanly she had become--she managed, "Will you lease out to
the East India Company again and go back to China?"
"Oh, I am going back to China—I will get well over 5
pounds per ton, Elysse, after this last run, but there is
gossip the Company will lose its charter—soon."
So he would go back to China. "And when will you leave,
this time?"
He grinned. "So you do care, after all—you will miss
me!"
"I won’t miss you—I will be too busy, fending off my
suitors!"
"Now my heart is truly broken."
She trembled, dismayed. She would miss him,
this time, perhaps because he had been gone so long, and
she had forgotten how much she enjoyed his company—and even
his horrid teasing. And he had guessed.
"When will you go to sea again?" she heard herself ask.
The best time to run to China was the summer, and it was
the end of March. She couldn’t imagine Alexi staying in the
country doing nothing for another two months. But there were
other, shorter, trade routes.
"So you did miss me," he said swiftly, his gaze
piercing.
She wet her lips, refusing to answer, and he leaned
close and whispered, "I brought you a Russian sable,
Elysse."
She had never been more surprised. He had remembered
his promise to her. Before she could answer, as they
stared, one of her neighbors approached. "I hope I am not
interrupting," Louisa Cochrane murmured. "I should love an
introduction to a China trader. I do love my Souchong
tea."
For one more moment, Elysse stared at Alexi, in some
disbelief that he would bring her such a luxurious and
precious gift, her heart racing, as he stared back. And
then she realized that Louisa Cochrane, who was a very
beautiful widow, had joined them.
Alexi finally turned Louisa. He smiled at her and
gallantly bowed over her hand. "Alexi de Warenne, at your
service, madam," he said. He straightened. "And if you like
Souchong, you will love Pekoe."
"I cannot wait to try it," Louisa smiled brightly at
him.
Elysse had always liked Louisa. Now, having heard the
sultry note in her voice, she couldn’t abide her. Was
Louisa intent on pursuing Alexi? She turned to stare at
him, but he was smiling back at Louisa.
"May I bring a sample to your door, say tomorrow? It
would be my pleasure," Alexi grinned, his
intentions suddenly clear.
"I hardly wish to put you out, Captain," Louisa
murmured coyly.
"You can’t put me out, Mrs. Cochrane, you are far too
beautiful to ever do so. I should enjoy delivering the tea,
myself."
Elysse was dismayed. Yet she had never really cared
about his flirtations and seductions before. Louisa was
blushing now, and assuring him that he need not go to the
trouble, while her mind raced, feeling rather incoherent
and confused. Somehow she realized that he was insisting
that it was no trouble at all. Why should she care about
his next illicit affair? And now, he was telling the widow
that he would need directions to her home.
"You have so many admirers, Captain," Louisa said,
ignoring Elysse. "Won’t you escort me back into the salon so
we can all hear your wonderful stories together?"
Alexi hesitated, glancing at Elysse. "Aren’t you
joining us?"
Elysse smiled. "Of course I am. I can’t wait to hear
about all of your adventures."
For one more moment, their eyes held, until Louisa
tugged on his arm. Elysse followed them into the salon,
noting every detail now of Louisa Cochrane’s dress and
figure. Hadn’t she heard that she was desperate to catch a
wealthy husband? Had that been a mere rumor—or the truth?
But Alexi was a determined bachelor. And she wasn’t
jealous, was she? After all, she was a lady, not a merry
widow. Still, oddly, she wanted Alexi’s attention. She had
so many questions—she wanted to know what he’d been doing
for the past two and a half years—and she wanted her
Russian fur.
Inside, Alexi and Louisa were instantly surrounded, and
Alexi was bombarded with more questions about his voyage,
China, and the tea. Elysse began to relax. Alexi was home,
and she couldn’t be happier about that, and now, she was
fairly certain that he had noticed her charm, beauty and
sophistication. She smiled as he responded to a question
from Father Michael.
Ariella came over. "I am so happy that my brother is
back! Isn’t it wonderful?"
"It is truly wonderful, but I hope Louisa won’t take
up all of his time, as we both know he will not linger in
the country for long."
Ariella raised her brows. "Hmm, he seems very
interested in Louisa, but I will make certain he doesn’t
ignore us!"
Elysse heard herself say, "You know, Louisa is a bit
long in the tooth, don’t you think?"
"She is a very nice lady!" Ariella exclaimed. "You
aren’t….jealous….of her, are you?"
Elysse looked at her friend. "Of course I’m not
jealous of her," she scoffed.
Ariella leaned close and lowered her voice. "Why
don’t you go speak with poor James Ogilvy? He is standing
over there mostly by himself, ogling you with a moonstruck
smile."
She had briefly been interested in Ogilvy, but Elysse
realized she had lost all interest now. Still, he was
smitten, and he had been courting her for about a month
now, so she smiled. He instantly came forward, and as he
bowed gallantly over her hand, she saw Alexi turn to glance
at them. Pleased, Elysse turned her entire attention on
James. "You promised me a picnic at Swan Lake."
His eyes widened. "I had thought you were not
interested, as you did not bring it up."
She smiled and touched his arm. "I am very interested,
I can’t wait!"
"Then perhaps we can have our outing tomorrow
afternoon?" he asked eagerly.
She glanced at Alexi, who happened to be speaking to
the squire now. But she did not know how long Alexi would
remain in the Irish countryside, and she wanted to be more
available than not until he left for London. She beamed at
James. "Would next week do? I have an engagement tomorrow."
That wasn’t quite true, but it was only a tiny white lie.
They spoke for a few more moments. It was terribly
hard to carry on a conversation with James, while trying to
hear every word Alexi uttered, and keeping him in the
corner of her eye. As she carried on with Ogilvy, she became
aware that she had another admirer. Montgomery kept
glancing her way, although he was now chatting with
Ariella. Elysse hadn’t paid much attention to him earlier,
and she did so now, deciding that he was very good looking,
and although a pilot, he comported himself like a
gentleman. He kept glancing at her and she knew he wished
for an introduction. It crossed her mind that he had spent
the past two years with Alexi. She excused herself from
James.
He smiled at her as she approached. "I don’t believe we
have been properly introduced, Miss O’Neil. Of course, I
have heard all about you from the captain, but that is not
why I am so eager to meet you."
Elysse comprehended the innuendo and was flattered,
and she was very curious now; Montgomery had an
unmistakably southern accent. "Cliff has spoken about me?"
Montgomery smiled. "No, I meant my captain, Alexi." He
shifted and stepped closer to her. "I am William
Montgomery. It is a pleasure, ma’am."
He wasn’t a gentleman, obviously—not well bred man wold
ever pilot a ship, but Elysse was impressed by his charm.
But most American men from the southern states were
terribly gallant. "And it is my pleasure to receive you,
sir," she laughed. "It isn’t every day that I meet a
fearless pilot who has sailed the high seas of China!"
He smiled warmly now, his glance quickly drifting down
the bodice of her dress. "Our voyages are long, Miss
O’Neill. Beautiful ladies are rare. I wasn’t sure you would
speak with me."
"You are our guest!" she exclaimed. She touched his
arm lightly—flirtatiously. "Where are you from, Mr.
Montgomery? My family has a tobacco plantation in
Virginia."
"Baltimore, Miss O’Neil. Like the captain, I come from
a long line of seafaring men. My father was a ship’s
master, and my grandfather was a pilot, as was my great
grandfather, before him—but here in Britain. In fact, I grew
up listening to my grandfather’s sailing stories, mostly
about the Ivory Coast and the African trade--in the last
century, of course."
"My father was a naval captain, Mr. Montgomery, so I
am fascinated." Elysse meant it. But more importantly,
Alexi had just noticed their conversation. "Of course, we
no longer trade in slaves here in the Empire, but in your
grandfather’s time, that was a very busy occupation, was it
not?"
"It most certainly was," he smiled. "In America, we
outlawed the slave trade in ‘08, well before I was born. In
my grandfather’s time it was a dangerous trade—I believe
the African continent remains perilous, for those who dare
to attempt to make their profits there still."
"I am against the slave trade," Elysse said firmly. The
trade had been abolished in the British Empire in ‘07.
"Even though my family has a tobacco plantation in
Virginia, and we have slaves there, I also favor
emancipation in the empire and throughout the world."
"That is a bold position, Miss O’Neill, and in my
country, abolition is an issue that divides us. And may I be
bold?" He smiled, revealing strong white teeth. "I would
love to visit Sweet Briar, if I was ever in Virginia again.
I should especially enjoy such a visit if you were there to
show me the plantation."
Elysse smiled archly at him. "I would love to
give you a tour of Sweet Briar! But how could we possibly
arrange that? The next time I am there, you will
undoubtedly be running for China!"
He laughed. "Yes, I could be crossing the Cape of Good
Hope."
"Or beating up the China Sea." She laughed. "By the
time you received my letter, I would have probably returned
home."
"Probably—and it will be my loss."
They smiled at one another. "I heard Alexi say that
you met in Lower Canada," Elysse said.
"We certainly did—in the midst of a blizzard. In fact,
poachers were trying to steal the furs Alexi had just bought
for his cargo home. " He laughed. "I saved his life and we
have been friends ever since."
Elysse stared closely, now fascinated. "How did you save
his life?"
From behind her, Alexi said softly, "The French had a
few natives in their employ and I was seriously
outnumbered."
She had been so engrossed that it took her a moment to
realize that Alexi had come up to them. She turned, her
heart exploding. He stood beside them his arms folded
across his chest, smiling. But she knew him well, and his
smile did not reach his eyes.
She was taken aback. "What’s wrong?" She smiled. Could
he be jealous?
He returned her smile briefly. "And what letter will
you send William?"
"I will be sending him an invitation to Sweet Briar,"
she said lightly, then she turned her back on him and smiled
at Montgomery.
"I so want to hear more about Lower Canada, the
poachers and the natives," she said eagerly.
"That is a long story," the American began, glancing
at Alexi.
"One unsuitable for a lady’s ears," Alexi said flatly.
He then said, "Would you excuse us, William?" Montgomery
hesitated, and then he bowed. "It has been my pleasure, Miss
O’Neill. I hope we can continue this conversation another
time."
"Of course we can," Elysse said, smiling at him. What
was Alexi hiding? Did he really think her too frail to hear
the truth about his travels? Had something terrible
happened, which he didn’t wish for her to know about?
William Montgomery walked off to join Devlin and
Cliff. Elysse realized she was alone with Alexi—and he was
scowling at her. "What is wrong?" she asked. Surely he
wasn’t angry with her for speaking to Montgomery? "Your
pilot is a very interesting man. And a handsome one, at
that."
He took her arm, moving her into a corner by the drapery
clad windows. "Don’t flirt with Montgomery, Elysse." His
tone was filled with warning.
"Why not?" She cried, pulling free of his grasp.
"He is a pilot, Elysse, my pilot--and he is
also a rogue."
She started. Then, "You are a rogue—but I am allowed
to speak with you!"
He scowled. "He is not for you. I suggest you direct
your flirtations at Ogilvy and his ilk."
Was he jealous? She searched his eyes, and he stared
back. He had never been jealous of her suitors before—and
William Montgomery wasn’t even a suitor, because Alexi was
right, as interesting as he was, he was a pilot, not a
gentleman.
She began to smile. She touched his hand, which was
large and hard, the knuckles cracked, the skin there
sun-tanned. "You needn’t be jealous, Alexi," she murmured.
"Don’t even try to flirt with me! And I am not
jealous. Why would I be jealous?"He shook his head and
shrugged. "I am merely trying to protect you from a
dangerous ladies man, Elysse. Montgomery has a way with
women, Elysse, and I don’t want you to fall under his
spell."
"I am hardly under his spell." She slowly smiled up at
him, from beneath her lashes, aware that she was
flirting—and she didn’t quite believe him. "I’m glad you’re
not jealous, Alexi. Mr. Montgomery is very
interesting—fascinating, actually--and he is very handsome,
and he is a guest in this house."
For one moment he stared. Elysse knew him so well, but
she couldn’t decide what he was truly thinking. Then he
leaned closer, crowding her against the draperies. "Are you
trying to play me?" he asked, very softly.
A little thrill swept her, perhaps in response to his
tone. She could barely breathe now, for his shoulder pushed
hers backwards. "I have no idea what you mean. But you
can’t object to my having a pleasant conversation with your
pilot—or my seeing him again." She batted her lashes at him
while her heart raced frantically.
He growled, "Montgomery piloted the Ariel to Lower
Canada and Jamaica and then to Canton and back. I trust him
with my ship, and the lives of my men, but I do not trust
him with you." His stare darkened. He added, "You are
impossible, Elysse. I am asking you to avoid him—for your
sake, not mine."
Elysse wasn’t sure why his crowding her was so
disturbing. His shoulder still pressed hers. It was
becoming hard to think clearly. She whispered, "I will think
about it."
His eyes flashed. Suddenly his gaze dropped from her
gaze to her mouth. Elysse tensed, but not with alarm—in
that one moment, she thought he was going to kiss her.
Instead, he straightened and slowly shook his head,
appearing disgusted. "Fine. Think about it. But don’t say I
didn’t tell you so."