Tomorrow the Glory
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“It’s her prerogative, Kendall. How is she?”
“She’s bitter. And mad as hell that she could keep her property only because of Travis. She’s my sister, Brent, and, I love her, but if I were Travis, I’d tell her to go to hell!”
“Kendall!”
“Well, it’s true. She’s as nasty as a cat to him.”
“Well, she is your sister.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, my love, nothing.” Brent laughed. “They’re both adults. They’ll have to solve their own problems.”
He paused a moment, taking both her hands in his as they reached the plank to their ship. “Haven’t you anything else to tell me?” he demanded, gray eyes shielded as he awaited her answer.
Her lashes fell mischievously over her eyes, and she purposely blinked them in a pretense of innocence. “About what?” she inquired sweetly.
“Kendall,” he warned, his grip tightening about her slender hands. “Don’t play the belle with me now, love. I want your answer.”
She laughed delightedly. “September.”
“September?”
“Yes. Dr. Lassiter says the baby will be born around the middle of Sept—”
She didn’t finish the word. He swept her off her feet and into his arms, hopping with a lithe and swift movement onto the plank and then to the deck of the Pride.
“Brent!” Kendall gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck breathlessly. “What is your hurry?”
“I’m going to be a father!” he replied, spinning around with her in his arms. “Of course, I knew it—but to have it confirmed by Dr. Lassiter—” He broke off as he swept her along to the master cabin and set her on the bed with a flourish. Then he turned and started out the door.
“Brent? Where are you going?” Kendall called after him, perplexity knitting her brow.
He grinned. “To give the order to sail. I want to make love to my definitely pregnant wife. God, I can’t wait to hold you!”
“But we don’t need to sail!”
“Ah, I seem to have acquired a superstition against making love in Charleston harbor.”
“Brent—” she protested. But he was gone before she could say more. Minutes later he was back. His coat was on the floor before he had closed the door, and in just seconds he stood naked before her, boldly pulling her to her feet and stripping her of her many layers of clothing.
“Brent!” She was half laughing, half protesting his urgency.
He silenced her with a swift kiss. “Darlin’, I haven’t a thing in the world against making love on the open sea.”
Kendall sighed and contentedly lifted her eyes to his. “Neither have I, Captain. Neither have I.”
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham has written over two hundred novels and novellas and is a founding member of the Florida Romance Writers chapter of RWA. She has been published in approximately thirty languages, and has been honored with awards from Georgia Romance Writers, Affaire de Coeur, Romantic Times, and more. She has had books selected for the Doubleday Book Club and the Literary Guild, and has been quoted, interviewed, or featured in such publications as The Nation, Redbook, People, and USA Today, and appeared on many newscasts including local television and Entertainment Tonight.