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“And you look at her
like a man who would like to own her, body and soul.”
“Just her body,” Jonathan said shortly. “But I don’t own it
obviously, since I am having to share.”
“Are you telling me if by some damned miracle we were ever
rescued from this Godforsaken place, you could just forget her?”
“It is so bloody unlikely I’m not going to worry about. Now,
shall we talk about making more of those spears? I think the trees
with the odd, spiked leaves work the best. They are much harder to
sharpen, but the wood is tough and rigid.”
Always easily distracted by the mechanics of their defense,
Anthony nodded. “We need several each.”
Relieved to change the subject so easily, Jonathan said,
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
50
Emma Wildes
* * * *
Charles stood very still, poised like an ancient classical statue.
David, perhaps, young and brilliantly brave. Slimmer, but just as
muscular as the two older men, he radiated youth and vital good
humor, his infectious smile always ready. Having proved more
skillful than anyone at being able to catch fish, he waited, a sharp
spear made of wood in his hand, the ocean lapping around his
waist.
Sitting on the beach under the shade of a palm tree, Jenna
watched him, feeling the slight breeze ruffle her hair. Above the
sky was brilliantly blue, a stunning flawless color without a cloud,
and the sea was so clear and clean, touched with frothy white foam
where it caressed the sandy shore. It was a little odd to think she
felt content, but it was true.
“You have been standing there for fifteen minutes at least,” she
called out, teasing him. “Are there no fish in this ocean?”
“It takes infinite patience, Lady Jenna,” he called back, not
moving, concentrating on the water. Suddenly he plunged forward,
coming up triumphantly with a wriggling fish impaled on the stick,
his young face alight as he turned. His light brown hair had been a
little long when they were stranded, but now it curled almost
wildly and his short beard was fine and downy. He was tanned and
athletic, the only one of them that loved to spend time in the ocean,
and he was often hours in the water, fishing and swimming.
Unfailingly cheerful and polite, he was a pleasant companion and a
very attractive young man.
Wading in to shore, he laughingly presented her with his
trophy. “Infinite patience,” he repeated with his charmingly easy
smile. “Like when you are wooing a beautiful woman to the height
of pleasure when she is in your arms.”
Jenna blushed at the open reference to the coming evening,
eyeing the gleaming creature in his hands. “Well done. You may
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51
keep the fish, but thank you.”
“What about the pleasure?” he said, giving her an audacious
wink. “Will you accept that?”
“Charles,” she protested, blushing deeper.
His dark eyes were framed by long lashes that would do justice
to a girl. Setting their evening meal down on a broad leaf, he neatly
wrapped it to keep it cool and went to rinse his hands. Dropping
down with lazy grace in the shade next to her, he shook his head.
“I am joking and have no wish to embarrass you, my lady.
However, you cannot blame me for being anxious and eager.
Never have I wanted nightfall more.”
Pulling up her gown where it had slipped down over shoulder,
she was well aware of his avid gaze. Her chemise now gaped open
all the time, the ribbon disintegrating finally that morning over
being constantly wet and used. “I am flattered you want me.”
“There isn’t a man on this planet that wouldn’t want you.” He
stared at her breasts, all but completely exposed, and swallowed
audibly. The garment was nearly open to her waist and it was all
she could do to keep it from falling off altogether.
He sounded so sincere, she stifled a smile. “An exaggeration,
I’m sure. Tell me, though, I am curious, how long have you been
with his lordship?”
“Five
like a man who would like to own her, body and soul.”
“Just her body,” Jonathan said shortly. “But I don’t own it
obviously, since I am having to share.”
“Are you telling me if by some damned miracle we were ever
rescued from this Godforsaken place, you could just forget her?”
“It is so bloody unlikely I’m not going to worry about. Now,
shall we talk about making more of those spears? I think the trees
with the odd, spiked leaves work the best. They are much harder to
sharpen, but the wood is tough and rigid.”
Always easily distracted by the mechanics of their defense,
Anthony nodded. “We need several each.”
Relieved to change the subject so easily, Jonathan said,
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
50
Emma Wildes
* * * *
Charles stood very still, poised like an ancient classical statue.
David, perhaps, young and brilliantly brave. Slimmer, but just as
muscular as the two older men, he radiated youth and vital good
humor, his infectious smile always ready. Having proved more
skillful than anyone at being able to catch fish, he waited, a sharp
spear made of wood in his hand, the ocean lapping around his
waist.
Sitting on the beach under the shade of a palm tree, Jenna
watched him, feeling the slight breeze ruffle her hair. Above the
sky was brilliantly blue, a stunning flawless color without a cloud,
and the sea was so clear and clean, touched with frothy white foam
where it caressed the sandy shore. It was a little odd to think she
felt content, but it was true.
“You have been standing there for fifteen minutes at least,” she
called out, teasing him. “Are there no fish in this ocean?”
“It takes infinite patience, Lady Jenna,” he called back, not
moving, concentrating on the water. Suddenly he plunged forward,
coming up triumphantly with a wriggling fish impaled on the stick,
his young face alight as he turned. His light brown hair had been a
little long when they were stranded, but now it curled almost
wildly and his short beard was fine and downy. He was tanned and
athletic, the only one of them that loved to spend time in the ocean,
and he was often hours in the water, fishing and swimming.
Unfailingly cheerful and polite, he was a pleasant companion and a
very attractive young man.
Wading in to shore, he laughingly presented her with his
trophy. “Infinite patience,” he repeated with his charmingly easy
smile. “Like when you are wooing a beautiful woman to the height
of pleasure when she is in your arms.”
Jenna blushed at the open reference to the coming evening,
eyeing the gleaming creature in his hands. “Well done. You may
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51
keep the fish, but thank you.”
“What about the pleasure?” he said, giving her an audacious
wink. “Will you accept that?”
“Charles,” she protested, blushing deeper.
His dark eyes were framed by long lashes that would do justice
to a girl. Setting their evening meal down on a broad leaf, he neatly
wrapped it to keep it cool and went to rinse his hands. Dropping
down with lazy grace in the shade next to her, he shook his head.
“I am joking and have no wish to embarrass you, my lady.
However, you cannot blame me for being anxious and eager.
Never have I wanted nightfall more.”
Pulling up her gown where it had slipped down over shoulder,
she was well aware of his avid gaze. Her chemise now gaped open
all the time, the ribbon disintegrating finally that morning over
being constantly wet and used. “I am flattered you want me.”
“There isn’t a man on this planet that wouldn’t want you.” He
stared at her breasts, all but completely exposed, and swallowed
audibly. The garment was nearly open to her waist and it was all
she could do to keep it from falling off altogether.
He sounded so sincere, she stifled a smile. “An exaggeration,
I’m sure. Tell me, though, I am curious, how long have you been
with his lordship?”
“Five
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