“Do you think we will be? Allies with the English, I mean.” She had noted the way he said we, and wanted to ask if he intended to include her in that, but she also wanted to hear what he thought would happen after the war.
She waited for his answer, unable to resist stretching up to nibble at the stubble along his jaw line, delighting in the prickly feel against her sensitive lips.
“I’m sure of it,” Will said, reaching down to cup the back of her thighs in his hands. He drew her legs up so she sat astride him as he continued, “I don’t know if you and I will live to see the day, but we are too alike, the English and the Americans. There’s a bond between our people that will survive this fight. As equals, I believe we will become invincible partners in the decades and perhaps even centuries to come.
“I hope so,” Amanda sighed. She moved against him and he stiffened in response.
She liked Captain Goodman, and it would be a shame to have to continue to fight men such as him. A sudden thought struck her and she stopped her movements.
“Do you think our marriage by an English captain will be recognized?”
“Probably,” Will replied, gripping her hips in both hands and guiding her onto him. “But just in case, we’ll get married again in a regular church ceremony when we return to Baltimore.”
“Hmmm,” Amanda murmured. She wasn’t thinking so much about the wedding, or anything else at the moment. It had just occurred to her how much easier it would be to make love in a hammock when she was on top and in control. She wondered what other ways they could discover before they were considered late for their own wedding.
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Amanda decided their ceremony at sea had to be one of the oddest on record. The two ships moored side by side, and they were married on the Serenity surrounded by a mixture of English and American sailors. All the men were on their best behavior, but the looks they shot one another across the open deck suggested the truce would be short-lived once the ceremony and associated festivities were over.
When the ceremony ended, the two crews opened up barrels of rum and thought up ways to challenge each other throughout the night. Luckily, Captain Goodman had an ample supply of marines to keep order. By morning, the brigs were full and it took a bit of work to sort out the prisoners on both ships, keeping the ones that belonged and sending the others back to their own ship.
Amanda and Will heard about most of this through Buck. They had slept through it all, too exhausted from their own post-wedding celebrations to join in the fun.
A word about the author...
Mary Jean Adams has been writing romance since she was in middle school—a fact her English teachers didn't always appreciate. She also loves history and telling the stories behind the stories of the founding of America.
Today, she lives in North Dakota with her husband and two children.
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