“The privateer, which had been rechristened Enfin Amour, was the loveliest little boat Caro could imagine. Though considerably smaller, the cabin she and Alec shared was as comfortably appointed as their bedchamber at Belle Maison. Decorated mainly in a rich dark red, it boasted a cozy built-in bed large enough for two and the most beautiful Persian rug Caro had ever seen. There was a roomy wardrobe, two plush wing chairs nailed in place, and even a fixed kneehole desk. Caro snuggled down into t...he feather tick, enjoying the softness of the sheets against her naked body. Instinctively, she reached out for her husband and came fully awake when she discovered his absence. Sitting up, she squinted in the sunlight. It was the first time he had been out of her sight since they had boarded the Enfin Amour two nights before, a circumstance she now determined to speedily correct. Scrambling out of bed, Caro crossed naked to the wardrobe and extracted a thin satin wrapper. For a moment, she was swept by a feeling of giddy nausea, but after a few deep breaths it passed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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