A sweet tidbit from the Captain’s Rose . . .
Once the outside door had closed, Jayce
stepped quietly into the kitchen to see Kate sitting at the table, her head
pressed into her hands.
“Are you all right?” he asked, and she shot her head
“I’m fine,” she said, looking the other way. “Were you eavesdropping,
“I confess that I was. Which makes us even on that count.” He pulled
out a chair and sat across from her. “I had noticed him watching you, and I . .
. didn’t want you to come to any harm.”
“Ah, he’d never harm me; he’s a good
man, in truth. A man of significant wealth, but like his father before him, he
seems to prefer the company of the common people.”
“A man I should like to
know better, then,” he said, and Kate looked hard into his eyes. He could almost
hear her giving the same definition to him, and he couldn’t deny that it was
She glanced away and laughed. “I suppose I should be flattered by his
affection for me, but . . .”
“But you don’t love him,” Jayce said when her
words trailed off.
“No,” she said, seeming mildly embarrassed, “I don’t love
him. But perhaps he’s right.”
“Perhaps at my age I should
consider marrying for money a fair offer. I believe he’d treat me well.”
is that enough?”