Page 39 of Seduction of a Widow

Epilogue

Leslie stood at the railing of the frigate, Evan’s arms wrapped tight around her as the ship rose and fell with the choppy waters. The Atlantic stretched out before them. Warm, salty air whipped the hair that had broken free of the braid coiled about her crown. Evan nuzzled her ear.

“Are you certain we will not encounter pirates?” she asked.

“I am not at all certain,” he murmured.

A thrill went through her—both because of the tease of his mouth against her neck and the idea of facing down a pirate ship. She’d seen the sword Evan kept in his quarters. She would dearly love to see him wield the weapon. They had two months—more, if they were fortunate and the wind blew against them—to encounter pirates.

“Perhaps we should retire to my quarters, Mrs. MacLean.” His warm breath washed over her ear.

Leslie smiled. “We have spent nearly the entire week of our married life in your quarters.”

“A newly married man is expected to spend a great deal of time alone with his wife.” He kissed her where shoulder met neck.

She shivered.

“Unless you are growing tired of me.”

Leslie kept her hold on the railing, but relaxed her head against his shoulder. “That is not possible.”

“I am pleased to hear that. Beware, however. With these rough waters tonight, we might be taking our lives in our hands trying to stay in my bed.”

Leslie turned and wrapped her arms around him. “I am willing to take the risk.”

Evan lifted a brow. “Indeed?”

She nodded and pressed her body closer against his. “A woman in love risks much.”

He flashed a heart-stopping smile. Then kissed her.

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