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“THERE IS A gentleman waiting for you in the salon, your ladyship,” Dodd announced in a hushed voice the instant she walked through the door.
“Send him away. And have our trunks brought from the attic. Anne and I will be returning to my ship. I want our things packed within the hour.”
Dodd’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth but wisely shut it again. “The gentleman has refused every request to leave, your ladyship.”
There was no time for this. Whoever it was, she would show him that the spectacle was over. “Then he shall meet with my cutlass.” She veered from the staircase and headed for the salon.
“I think it important to advise your ladyship that the man is intoxicated,” Dodd said with great disapproval, hurrying at her side. “Extremely so. Although perhaps, by now—”
“William!” Relief slammed through her when she saw him sprawled on a sofa.
He sat up. “Good evening, Captain.”
“That will be all,” she said to Dodd. One look told her everything about why William hadn’t called before now. “You’re drunk.”
“Maybe a little.”
More than a little. His hair stuck out at all angles. His clothes were disheveled. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was as unshaven as his worst day at sea. “I’ve been worried, and Anne has been beside herself.” Fear warred with fury at the sight of him.
“I’ve bought a house,” he said, running a hand through his hair, looking at the sofa as though he was trying to decide whether to flop back down.
“You could have sent a note.”
“Could have,” he said. “Too drunk to write.”
The only other time this had happened—it had to have been at least four years ago now—she’d spent three days alone in Valencia with no idea where he was. “A house?”
“Figured I ought to do something with all that money.” He gave a laugh. “Hardly made a dent in it.”
A whiff of tawdry perfume reached her nose. “You’ve been whoring.”
He paced away, and she let him go. “I’m told it’s in excellent condition.” He sank into a chair and dug his fingers into his hair. “Old country estate—got a mind to go look at the place.” He looked up at her with haunted blue eyes. “Marry me, Katherine. Be my wife and come live with me in my godawful house.”
“William, please don’t do this.” It was Valencia all over again, and her heart ached for him.
But pain ripped across his face—that same pain she knew was always there, lurking just below the laughing surface, just out of sight where nobody could see it. He stood up, pressing a hand to his forehead. “I shall never be free of what happened in Barbary. Never. Bloody Christ, Katherine, you’re the only one who’ll ever understand.”
He was wrong. Even she couldn’t really understand, because his captivity had been so much different from hers. She’d become a member of a household, made friends, been cared for. Not so for William. He’d told her of the underground prisons, the crushing labor, the beatings. But she couldn’t begin to imagine the hell he’d been through.
He needed the freedom of the sea as much as she did.
“I’m taking Anne away from here,” she told him. “Tonight.”
“Away!” He faced her abruptly.
“Will you help me gather the crew? Ready the ship?”
“What’s happened?” he demanded.
She told him briefly about her failures, the outrages, and fresh anger flared up. “They will never give me Dunscore. I’ll not allow the committee to humiliate me, only to strip me of Dunscore, anyway. Anne and I will return to sea where we belong.”
He absorbed that news. “Yes.” He paced a few steps away. Turned back. His lips curved a little drunkenly. “God, Katherine—excellent idea.”
A nerve pulsed in her temple, and she started toward the door. “Quickly—let us go upstairs. Help me ready Anne for the journey.”
“God,” he repeated as they crossed the entrance hall. “This is perfect. What I wouldn’t give to feel that Mediterranean sun on my face again.”
“To hear the shouts of the linemen when we raise the sails in the morning,” she agreed, already feeling a surge of anticipation. Those shouts were the sounds of freedom.
“The taste of Spanish cerveza.” New purpose fleeted through William’s haunted eyes. “I shall scour the taverns until I’ve found every last one of the crew, else I’ll hire others,” he said as they climbed the stairs. “With luck we shall set sail in the morning.”
“We will set sail in the morning.” Anything less was unacceptable. “In a month’s time, we shall pass through the strait.” And once they arrived in the Mediterranean, she would decide what to do next.
Now he gave a laugh. “Should we free India from her father’s prison and take her with us?”
“Ha. I’ll not have Cantwell sending anyone after me. Poor India will have to make her own way, I’m afraid.” She began to feel a little giddy, drunk like William, but with anticipation. The first order of business would be to strip off this gown and put on her tunic and trousers.
Anne would be so pleased. She hated London. She would never have to wear a stiff dress now.
But when she topped the stairs, there were voices coming from the direction of the rooms. In front of Anne’s chamber, two trunks sat on the floor and Dodd stood arguing with Miss Bunsby, who blocked the door with her arms folded across her chest.
“What is this?” Katherine demanded.
“Anne is asleep,” Miss Bunsby said.
“I gave orders for our things to be packed immediately. Move aside.” Katherine pushed past her and reached for the door. It was locked. The nerve in her temple became a vicious pounding. “Unlock this door at once.”
Miss Bunsby was unmoved. “You’ll not take her to your ship, only to raise her hopes and then realize you’ve made a mistake. It would be cruel.”
“How dare you.” Katherine turned on her. After what had happened tonight she would never, ever change her mind.
The faint ringing of the bell sounded below. “Someone is here, your ladyship,” Dodd said.
“Do not answer.” She held out her hand to Miss Bunsby. “The key.”
“She has hidden the key, your ladyship,” Dodd said irritatedly. “My set is below stairs.”
“Uppity baggage you’ve got here,” William said.
Miss Bunsby scorched him from head to toe with disapproving eyes. “I am Anne’s governess.”
“And I am her mother,” Katherine snapped. Below, the bell rang incessantly. “You will bring me the key, get your things and leave this house at once.”
“With all due respect, your ladyship has tried that before.”
“I shall have you thrown bodily into the street!”
“Keep your voice down. You’ll wake Lady Anne,” Miss Bunsby hissed.
Katherine turned on Dodd. “Answer the bloody door and kill whoever is on the other side. And bring your keys.”
“You mustn’t do this,” Miss Bunsby said firmly as Dodd hurried away. “What will she think when you tell her you’re returning to the ship? Anyone can see you’re in a state, your ladyship. Please—wait until