A sweet tidbit from the Captain’s Rose . . .
“Well, thank you very much,” Jayce said, his
voice dripping with sarcasm. “I had to get past the fact that she saw me here
yesterday when I was quite drunk, and then you have to traipse in here and
declare that I’m a no-good cad.”
“Forgive me, cousin, but I had every reason
to believe that you are a no-good cad.” He chuckled, hoping Jayce would find the
humor in his words. “If something has changed, you’ll need to let me
Jayce looked at his plate and stirred his food with his fork,
admitting quietly, “Something has changed.”
“And that change would be . .
Jayce glanced over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of her wiping off
tables on the other side of the room. He glanced back to his cousin, who was
openly taking notice of her, as if he was trying to look past his impressions of
just another tavern maid.
“She’s very beautiful,” Jayce said and proceeded to
“Yes, she is.”
“How observant of you, cousin. And .
. . she’s not skinny.” Timothy took on a sing-song lilt.
chuckled, “she’s not skinny.”
“She reminds me a bit of your mother,” Timothy
said, and Jayce glanced up from his meal. “Is that what you like about her? She
reminds you of your mother?”