Stay tuned for a sneak peek into Priceless Deception! Now we go to Tink, who is having a drink onboard the Black Pearl with Captain Jack and his merry crew of swashbuckling pirates somewhere in the Caribbean. Take it away, Tink….
*sailors singing "Jolly Sailor Bold"*
Tink: Welcome to the Black Pearl, Jennifer! Thanks to yours truly, Jack and the boys have installed a wet bar here on the Pearl. If you were a mixed drink what would you be and why? We’ll have Gibbs bring us a round….
Jennifer: Lately my favorite word is “Lud!” An exclamation they often used in Regency times. I’m trying to find a way to fit it into my own conversations. I don’t think I have a least favorite word! They are all useful in some way.
“And?” One eyebrow shot up.
He laughed then, a full, rich sound that seemed to drop the tension from his face. He was more recognizable now, and Madeline felt her shoulders relax.
“I am sorry,” she added. “My behavior that day was unforgivable. I do hope we can start over as friends, Lord Douglas.”
She held out her hand, the small warning bell in her head quickly silenced.
“It would be my pleasure.” He took the offered fingers, bending slightly to press them against his lips. Not a trace of impropriety, but a sigh caught in her throat all the same, and she held it there, no longer breathing.
In the back of her mind she knew this was not a good idea. She knew perfectly well she should invent some excuse, run straight back into the ballroom and discuss Lady Farris’s flowers. She didn’t move.
“And since we are already intimately acquainted, I must insist you call me Colin.”
“Colin,” she said, finally exhaling so the name rushed out in a breathless tone. She wildly searched her mind for something else to say but never managed a word.
Colin pulled her to him, the kiss as much a surprise as her own response to it.
Madeline’s body instantly betrayed her, melting against the strong arms that held her until she had lost all sense of her earlier outrage. The world fell away, leaving nothing but Colin’s searing lips blistering her own—and the faint smell of lilacs.