Surrender of a Siren

by Tessa Dare

Page 52

 

  “Shall I send up the alarm, Captain? Ready the cannon?”

  “No!” Sophia cried.

  The captain and officer turned on their heels to face her.

  “I … I believe I may know this ship, sir. ” She looked to the first mate.

  “Might I borrow your spyglass?”

  She took it from his hand without waiting for permission, then fitted it to her eye and looked sharp toward the horizon. There it was, the schooner. Through the narrow lens, she stared down the ship’s prow. Scanning the sails, the rigging, the deck. The jib blocked her view, drat it. There, they tacked the sails and the ship pivoted slightly. She could almost make out the figure of a man on the quarterdeck.

  Beside her, the first mate shifted his weight. “Beg pardon, miss, but—”

  “Levi!” A towering figure came into focus. It had to be Levi, so impossibly large. She directed the spyglass up to the rigging, searching … searching… Quinn. There was no doubt in her mind. The man had hams where his fists should be.

  A shot boomed across the waters, and Sophia jumped. “No,” she cried.

  “You mustn’t fire! They’re not pirates. ” She swiveled to face the first mate.

  “That is … they may be pirates, of a sort. But I promise you, they’re no threat to this ship. ”

  “That was only their signal shot, miss. ” The first mate called over to the captain. “Do we wish to speak with them, sir?”

  The captain grumbled, “Whether we wish it or not, it appears they’re determined to speak with us. Square the yards and come about, then. ”

  The whole ship began a slow, creaking pirouette, and Sophia went dizzy with anticipation. Had he truly come for her? She supposed Levi and Quinn could have taken employment with another ship. Perhaps Gray wasn’t even aboard. Despite her best efforts to remain calm, she could not help pinching a blush to her cheeks and smoothing back stray locks of hair. If only there were time to change her gown.

  The officers strode toward the bow of the ship now, and Sophia hurried after them. The forecastle was crowded with curious sailors, obstructing her view of the clipper as it drew near.

  “Ahoy!” a seaman called out. “The English frigate Polaris, ten days out from Antigua, bound for Portsmouth. ”

  “Ahoy, yerself!” It was O’Shea’s rough brogue. She’d never heard sweeter music. “This be the clipper Sophia, of no particular country at the moment. Seven days out from Tortola, bound for … well, bound for here. Captain requests permission to board. ”

  Gray. It had to be Gray.

  The officers of the Polaris exchanged wary looks.

  “Oh, for Heaven’s sake. ” Sophia pushed forward to the ship’s rail and cupped her hands around her mouth, calling, “Permission to board granted!”

  A cheer rose up from the other ship’s deck. “It’s her, all right!” a voice called. Stubb’s, Sophia thought.

  Oh, but she hardly cared who was on the other deck. She cared only for the strong figure swinging across the watery divide as the two ships came abreast. Turning back toward the center of the ship, she pushed her way through the sweaty throng of sailors, desperate to get to him. Her foot caught on a rope, and she tripped—

  But it didn’t matter. Gray was there to catch her.

  And he was still wearing those sea-weathered, fire-scarred boots. No doubt for sentimental reasons.

  “Steady there,” he murmured, catching her by the elbows. She looked up to meet his beautiful blue-green eyes. “I have you. ”

  “Oh, Gray. ” She launched herself into his arms, clinging to his neck as he laughed and spun her around. “You’re here. ”

  “I’m here. ”

  And he was. Every strong, solid, handsome inch of him. Sophia buried her face in his throat, breathing in his scent. Lord, how she’d missed him. She pulled away, bracing her hands on his shoulders to study his face. “I can’t believe you came after me. ”

  “I can’t believe you actually left. ” He lowered her to the deck, and her hands slid to his arms. “I thought you were bluffing with that bit. I’d have never allowed you to go. ”

  Sophia shook her head. “I didn’t say a word in that courtroom that wasn’t true. I didn’t want to lie to you anymore, Gray. Even if we can’t be together… I just couldn’t leave without telling you the truth. ”

  “Who says we can’t be together?” His brow furrowed.

  “Surely you must understand. I’m ruined, most thoroughly. You’ve worked so hard to regain your family’s place, you have such hopes for your sister. If you marry me, all those plans will be ruined, too. I couldn’t ask it of you. ”

  Her eyes fell to his lapel, and she lowered her voice. “Unless … I could stay on as your mistress, perhaps. If we kept the arrangement quiet, it would not reflect on Bel. It’s what the ton will expect of me, now that I’m a fallen woman. ”

  He cupped her chin and lifted her face. “Don’t ever speak of yourself that way. ” His voice was fierce; his gaze, intent. “And don’t ever refer to yourself as my mistress again. I will have you as my wife, or nothing. ”

  She let her hands fall to her sides. “Then I suppose it will have to be nothing. ”

  Gray swore. “Do you honestly believe I’ve chased you out to the middle of the ocean for nothing?”

  “But what about your aunt, your connections? Your sister’s prospects—”

  He shook his head. “The only prospects Bel cares about are the prospects of ministering to flea-bitten orphans, of which I’ve assured her London has plenty. She’d only agree to come with me after I promised not to give her a debut. If she marries at all, she’ll likely marry some Quaker, or maybe a pitiful war invalid. ”

  “She’s come with you?”

  “See for yourself. ” Gray nodded toward the deck of his ship. Yes, there she was. The dark-haired young lady gave a friendly wave. Sophia suddenly became aware of how many people were watching them, on both ships. She cleared her throat. “And what of your brother?”

  “Joss? He’ll be bringing the Aphrodite to England, once he takes care of her cargo. After that, he’s thinking of studying law. I’ll manage the shipping business, Bel will have her charities. The family will be together; that’s the important thing. ” He smiled. “Mr. Wilson’s agreed to manage your sugar cooperative, in case you’re wondering. ”

  Hope fluttered in her chest. “Are you sure you want to marry me? I’m quite destitute now, you realize. ”

  Gray laughed. “Look at that ship. That clipper cost me a queen’s ransom, even with the Kestrel thrown in the bargain. But it was the fastest ship to be had. ” He took her hands in his. “Forget money. Forget society. Forget expectations. We’ve no talent for following rules, remember? We have to follow our hearts. You taught me that. ”

  He gathered her to him, drawing her hands to his chest. “God, sweet, don

  ’t you know? You’ve had my heart in your pocket since the day we met. Following my heart means following you. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth if I have to. ” He shot an amused glance at the captain. “Though I’d expect your good captain would prefer I didn’t. In fact, I think he’d gladly marry us today, just to be rid of me. ”

  “Today? But we couldn’t. ”

  His eyebrows lifted. “Oh, but we could. ” He pulled her to the other side of the ship, slightly away from the gaping crowd. Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned close to whisper in her ear, “Happy birthday, love. ”

  Sophia melted in his embrace. It was her birthday, wasn’t it? The day she’d been anticipating for months, and here she’d forgotten it completely. Until Gray had appeared on the horizon, she hadn’t been looking forward to anything.

  But now she did. She looked forward to marriage, and children, and love and grand adventure. Real life and true passion. All of it with this man. “Oh, Gray. ”

  “Please say yes,” he whispered. “Sophia. ” The name
was a caress against her ear. “I love you. ”

  He kissed her cheek and pulled away. “I’ve been remiss in not telling you. You can’t know how I’ve regretted it. But I love you, Sophia Jane Hathaway. I love you as no man ever loved a woman. I love you so much, I fear I’ll burst with it. In fact, I think I shall burst if I go another minute without kissing you, so if you’ve any mind to say yes, I’d thank you to—”

  Sophia flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. Hard at first, to quiet the fool man; then gently, to savor him. Oh, how she loved the taste of him, like freshly-baked bread and rum. Warm and wholesome and comforting, with just a hint of spice and danger. “Yes,” she sighed against his lips. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Yes, I will marry you. ”

  His arms tightened about her waist. “Today?”

  “Today. But you must let me change my gown first. ” Smiling, she stroked his smooth cheek. “You even shaved. ”

  “Every day since we left Tortola. ” He gave her a rueful smile. “I’ve a few new scars to show for it. ”

  “Good. ” She kissed him. “I’m glad. And I don’t care if society casts us out for the pirates we are, just as long as I’m with you. ”

  “Oh, I don’t know that we’ll be cast out, exactly. We’re definitely not pirates. After your stirring testimony”—he chucked her under the chin—

  “Fitzhugh decided to make the best of an untenable situation. Or an unhangable pirate, as it were. If he couldn’t advance his career by convicting me, he figured he’d advance it by commending me. Awarded me the Kestrel as salvage and recommended me to the governor for a special citation of valor. There’s talk of knighthood. ” He grinned. “Can you believe it? Me, a hero. ”

  “Of course I believe it. ” She laced her fingers at the back of his neck. “I’ve always known it, although I should curse that judge and his ‘citation of valor. ’ As if you needed a fresh supply of arrogance. Just remember, what ever they deem you—gentleman or scoundrel, hero or pirate—you are mine. ”

  “So I am. ” He kissed her soundly, passionately. “And which would you prefer tonight?” At the seductive growl in his voice, shivers of arousal swept down to her toes. “Your gentleman? Your scoundrel? Your hero or your pirate?”

  She laughed. “I imagine I’ll enjoy all four on occasion. But tonight, I believe I shall find tremendous joy in simply calling you my husband. ”

  He rested his forehead against hers. “My love. ”

  “That, too. ”

  EPILOGUE

  LONDON, FIVE WEEKS LATER

  Sophia did not expect anyone to come calling today. They’d made their quiet arrival at Gray’s town house just a few days ago, and the only two letters she’d posted—one to her mother, the other to her sister—had thus far gone unanswered. It was too soon to hope for a reply.

  Yet there Hurst stood in the doorway, a card on his salver. “A caller for you, ma’am. Lady Lucinda Trescott, the Countess of Kendall. ”

  “It is you!” Lucy angled around the manservant, pushing her way into the salon. “I heard you were back, but I couldn’t believe it until I saw for myself. ”

  “Lady Kendall. ” Astonished, Sophia rose to her feet, as did Bel. “Allow me to introduce my sister-in-law, Miss Grayson. However did you know I was here?”

  “Are we to be so formal then? Must I call you Lady Grayson?” With a polite nod to Bel, Lucy crossed the room and caught Sophia in an exuberant hug. “Jeremy heard word of your husband’s commendation. That’s how I knew you were here. ” She surveyed Sophia from head to toe. “Now tell me, wherever have you been?”