back up the gang plank, hoping beyond hope that she would not do something incredibly clumsy such as trip and fall into the water and drown.
But she secretly hoped that if she did fall in the water, he, Asher would willingly jump in after her.
Searching the large ship for Captain Roswell until she finally found him giving orders to a few men on the removal of the rest of the luggage, some of which were hers. She waved towards him as he turned towards her, smiling widely.
“ Captain Roswell, good news, her brother is here but we must make way to Hunter’s home quickly, she is due at any moment, would you please have my luggage delivered to his waiting carriage?”
Captain Roswell nodded, giving the orders to his men while three lugged her large cases upon their shoulders, away towards the waiting Asher.
“ Come, Ms. Barrett, I shall escort you to the waiting carriage,” he said, taking her arm in his and escorting her back off his ship, while making small talk as to the unusually dry weather London was receiving.
The trunks were already tied to the back of Asher’s carriage, an understated but rich, black score with four large, dapper gray horses and three outriders. He waited impatiently for Love, his arms crossed and brooding feline eyes staring towards her direction before finally seeing her…and the captain, leaving the ship. Her hair was now tidy upon her head, covered with a bonnet that he wanted to yank off. Walking away from the carriage, he met them, once their feet had touched solid ground.
“ Mr. Davis?” The captain asked, as Asher nodded, shaking hands.
In another situation he perhaps would have liked this captain, his large, direct eyes and formidable air, but not now, not when the captain was touching Angel, even though the touch was innocent to say the least all the while Angel pulled away, before bestowing a large smile upon the captain.
“ Captain Roswell, I must tell you how thankful I am,” Angel said. “Especially during the storm, how you kept me, and everyone else so calm.”
“ It was my pleasure, Ms. Barrett, and remember my words, I set sail in exactly six weeks to this date, if you wish for any letters to reach your father, feel free to visit me.”
“ Of course, Captain, and thank you once again.”
The captain looked at her, with eyes longing for more than a simple, ‘thank you’ Asher interrupted the two. “Ms. Barrett, we must leave, immediately.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” she replied as she waved one last time towards the captain and then a few other people standing upon the dock.
Following Asher, Angel felt some small trepidation beat within her chance. Even though innocent in the ways of men, she knew what the female and male body were for, and thought of Asher, in that way, before her thoughts skittered from such lustful thoughts and she said a whispered prayer heavenward, asking for forgiveness. But, really, Hunter had mentioned that her brothers were handsome but Angel had not expected one of them to be so handsome. She thought instead of the other four, and hoped that they were less handsome, for however could she keep from continuously blushing in the presence of such beautiful men.
“ Did you speak?” Asher asked, obviously overhearing her whispered words to the Lord to make her strong and to keep her lustful eyes contained.
Shaking her head, Angel waited as Asher opened the carriage door for her, and then taking his hand, she paused, feeling his warm heat and felt an answering warmth low within her regions, as she stood frozen, staring at his hands, their two combined, his golden, large and hot, hers small, brown and decidedly female and warm.
“ Thank you, sir,” she finally managed to whisper in a hushed voice before climbing inside the carriage.
Asher followed and Angel wished for the first time in her life to be able to read mind’s, to wonder what was occurring behind his feline like eyes, as he closed the door, before turning towards her once