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Freedom Rider.
    It had not even been Asher’s responsibility to meet this Angel Hunter had instead had asked Caleb and David, her two most responsible and trusting brothers. Yet an explosion at one of Caleb’s factories and a sickness with David had kept the two from appearing at these wharfs. Hunter had then asked their twin brothers Michael and Luke to meet the young Angel, here, but both had been nearer to Bath than London, on other business, before Hunter finally relinquished and asked Asher with stony anger if he could therefore meet Angel at the docks and escort her to Hunter’s home.
    It wasn’t as if Hunter didn’t love Asher, if Hunter was honest with herself, she perhaps favored Asher above the rest of her brothers, it was just that, Hunter knew how cold Asher could be around women who weren’t his family and she wanted to make Angel feel as welcome as possible and not get the acid turn of Asher’s tongue.
    She would have made the trip to London, herself, if she could have, but Hunter was overdue to have her child at any minute and her husband had adamantly stated that she was not to leave their home until she delivered their child and rested for no less than four weeks after its’ delivery.
    Hunter, in her disagreeable mood, because she felt so fat, like a great, big seal, stuck her tongue at her husband childishly but decided not to argue. Instead she penned a note to Asher who was currently residing in London, and asked him, no told him, in no unmistakable jargon, that he would have to meet Angel at the docks on Monday and that he could in no way or form treat her callously, but that she should be treated like his dearest sister, who was Hunter, and be waited on hand and foot until he escorted her to Hunter or else.
    Asher frowned at the letter, before rumpling it together. He had in fact, been readying himself to go to Gabe’s estate to be there for the birth of his first niece or nephew and was instead stuck hauling off this woman to Hunter with him.
    Bad enough that the trip would be a two days ride outside of London, but to have some woman who wasn’t related to him travel with him whom, as Hunter had expressly stated, he could not make any sexual advances towards her, at all.
    Asher smiled, knowing Hunter knew him so very well. He was extremely grateful to this Angel for being there with his sister, during her years in captivity in America, kept a near prisoner by a deranged and an abusive man who’d commanded her to call him father, it was just that if he had no use for the girl sexually, the trip would be an utter bore.
    So he thought of in his head, how ugly the girl might be, glad that he thought of such an idea, which would make the trip a boredom to be sure but at least he wouldn’t be likely to try to tickle her under the sheets before they made it to Hunter’s estate.
    Yes, he firmly shelved all thoughts of lust, seeing as how it had been long months since he’d last involved himself with any female and placed his mind firmly in charge of his body, an easy enough thing, breathing deeply and facing the docks, his hands behind his back and staring out over the waves.
    A voice yelled from high atop the flag pole, the man with his telescope pointing towards a speck on the ocean that Asher was just able to make out.
    “ The Freedom Rider is making ways!” He cried out, his job expressly to tell the people below which ship was coming in.
    Asher let out a relieved sigh, not moving as the ship came closer and closer, by the time he was able to make out the ship, he knew the storm had not been too terrible, the ship slightly damaged and perhaps looking a tad bit more weather beaten than its’ departure.
    Men scurried to pull the ship in as long ropes were thrown to them and Asher quickly scanned the deck, trying to decide which one was Angel. He had not enough time to pen a note back to Hunter asking her to describe her American friend, and could do nothing but stare at the many different