and threw it onto the table . “A rogue? A scoundrel?”
She nodded and hoped her blush wasn’t too noticeable . He opened his mouth to continue, but stopped when a huge explosion outside made Amber jump .
“What in G od ’s name was that?” she exclaimed as she ran over to the windows, which, unlike on the other ship, covered the entire wall and allowed her to easily see from them .
“I’m assuming that was the fire reaching the stores of gunpowder on the Queen Charlotte ” he told her, studying her with amusement . “Would you like to go outside and watch?”
“May I?” she asked him, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to hate him .
Logan opened the door and stepped aside as she ran out onto the deck, then followed her . He led her up the stairs onto the forecastle deck where she scampered over to the railing to better see the burning ship . All around her pirates cheered, watching as the sails caught on fire, the foremast cracking under the pressure and falling to the deck with a loud crash. Alongside the ship floated the small longboat, packed with unhappy sailors shouting and rowing away from the burning wreckage.
Logan stood back and observed Amber . Her face was lit up with what he could only describe as childlike amusement, her hair glowing as it reflected the flames, a wide smile on her face as she leaned over the railing . He was bewildered .
Shaking his head, he ordered his men to haul anchor . He manned the helm himself to keep his eye on his peculiar passenger. While the other pirates grew bored and wandered off, Amber remained on deck and watched the burning ship slip farther and farther away into the distance.
When the Queen Charlotte was barely a speck on the horizon she looked up, back again at the ship, and then picked up her skirts and stomped over to Logan.
“We’re traveling south.”
Logan shot her an amused glance . “Aye.”
“Wh y are we going south?” She made a pretty picture, her hands balled into fists at her waist, an accusatory scowl pursing her lips into a pout .
He had the strangest urge to run his callused finger over her bottom lip, see if it felt as soft as it looked . He shook it off . “We are going south, L ady Townsend , because that is the direction in which the ship is pointed.”
Amber felt like screaming, but instead bottled her rage and s poke, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and exasperation . “Do you think me a fool, Captain Tigre?”
“Logan.”
“Excuse me?”
“My name isn’t really e l Tigre . It’s Logan Jeffries . Or just Captain,” he added with a grin.
“Fine,” she said . “Do you think I’m a fool, Mr. Jeffries ?”
“I haven’t yet decided,” he told her as he leaned against the wheel, the smile never leaving his lips .
Her eyes were fierce as they locked in on his. “Let me assure you that I am not . You are sailing in the wrong direction.”
Logan couldn’t help himself . He snorted . “And why would that be?”
“Eng land is Northeast from our current location, not South.”
He responded by lifting an eyebrow, a gesture she was all too quickly coming to loathe. “And who said we wer e going to Europe?”
Amber opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again, her brow furrowing in confusion . “Well, I just assumed…”
“You assumed wrong.”
“Oh.” The word was barely a whisper as it slipped from her parted lips . Logan turned his back to her, thinking that the conversation was over.
Apparently she thought otherwise, moving around th e steering column so that she was blocking his view.
“I need to get to England.”
He shrugged . “Not my problem, sweetheart.”
“I don’t think you understand!” Her voice rose in pitch as she struggled to keep her panic in check.
“I’m not turning the ship around, if that’s what you’re asking . Maybe, if you’re good,” his eyes sparkled as they traveled the full length of her body suggestively, “I might set you ashore in
She nodded and hoped her blush wasn’t too noticeable . He opened his mouth to continue, but stopped when a huge explosion outside made Amber jump .
“What in G od ’s name was that?” she exclaimed as she ran over to the windows, which, unlike on the other ship, covered the entire wall and allowed her to easily see from them .
“I’m assuming that was the fire reaching the stores of gunpowder on the Queen Charlotte ” he told her, studying her with amusement . “Would you like to go outside and watch?”
“May I?” she asked him, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to hate him .
Logan opened the door and stepped aside as she ran out onto the deck, then followed her . He led her up the stairs onto the forecastle deck where she scampered over to the railing to better see the burning ship . All around her pirates cheered, watching as the sails caught on fire, the foremast cracking under the pressure and falling to the deck with a loud crash. Alongside the ship floated the small longboat, packed with unhappy sailors shouting and rowing away from the burning wreckage.
Logan stood back and observed Amber . Her face was lit up with what he could only describe as childlike amusement, her hair glowing as it reflected the flames, a wide smile on her face as she leaned over the railing . He was bewildered .
Shaking his head, he ordered his men to haul anchor . He manned the helm himself to keep his eye on his peculiar passenger. While the other pirates grew bored and wandered off, Amber remained on deck and watched the burning ship slip farther and farther away into the distance.
When the Queen Charlotte was barely a speck on the horizon she looked up, back again at the ship, and then picked up her skirts and stomped over to Logan.
“We’re traveling south.”
Logan shot her an amused glance . “Aye.”
“Wh y are we going south?” She made a pretty picture, her hands balled into fists at her waist, an accusatory scowl pursing her lips into a pout .
He had the strangest urge to run his callused finger over her bottom lip, see if it felt as soft as it looked . He shook it off . “We are going south, L ady Townsend , because that is the direction in which the ship is pointed.”
Amber felt like screaming, but instead bottled her rage and s poke, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and exasperation . “Do you think me a fool, Captain Tigre?”
“Logan.”
“Excuse me?”
“My name isn’t really e l Tigre . It’s Logan Jeffries . Or just Captain,” he added with a grin.
“Fine,” she said . “Do you think I’m a fool, Mr. Jeffries ?”
“I haven’t yet decided,” he told her as he leaned against the wheel, the smile never leaving his lips .
Her eyes were fierce as they locked in on his. “Let me assure you that I am not . You are sailing in the wrong direction.”
Logan couldn’t help himself . He snorted . “And why would that be?”
“Eng land is Northeast from our current location, not South.”
He responded by lifting an eyebrow, a gesture she was all too quickly coming to loathe. “And who said we wer e going to Europe?”
Amber opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again, her brow furrowing in confusion . “Well, I just assumed…”
“You assumed wrong.”
“Oh.” The word was barely a whisper as it slipped from her parted lips . Logan turned his back to her, thinking that the conversation was over.
Apparently she thought otherwise, moving around th e steering column so that she was blocking his view.
“I need to get to England.”
He shrugged . “Not my problem, sweetheart.”
“I don’t think you understand!” Her voice rose in pitch as she struggled to keep her panic in check.
“I’m not turning the ship around, if that’s what you’re asking . Maybe, if you’re good,” his eyes sparkled as they traveled the full length of her body suggestively, “I might set you ashore in
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