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faces, before his alighted on possible choices, but even then he could not be quite sure, because he had no idea just exactly whom he was to look for.
    Angel smiled, helping Danielle pack the last of her items, due to the storm, their clothing had gotten tossed about like rag dogs and left their room an utter mess, but Angel didn’t care, the storm had been short and brutal and she was just happy now that it was well over.
    “ We make dock!” A male voice yelled from above and both girls smiled at each other, glad that they were at last to reach dry, hard ground after weeks aboard the ship.
    A knock sounded upon their door, and Angel opened it, meeting the tired but kind eyes of their captain.
    “ Captain Roswell, we just heard the news, thank God, sir, and I must say it was because of your incredibly abilities that we made it to England safely.”
    “ Safely, yes, you are right, even though the ship took a battering. However, once fixed, I will be leaving back for the Americas in two weeks, and therefore you can send whichever letters you wish back home.”
    “ Oh, sir, thank you, I will make sure to do just that, but I must meet Hunter’s brothers, now, she tells me there will be two, Caleb and David upon the wharf. I know they must be worried since we have arrived later than planned.
    “ Yes, go and do so, while I tell the men to bring your luggage on the docks.”
    “ Thank you, Captain,” Angel said, before scurrying outside, forgetting to pin her hair up which tumbled down upon her back in a mass of black silky waves and forgetting even her hat, because she was in such a rush to meet the brothers and ask if Hunter had as of yet, delivered the babe.
    She hoped that she hadn’t, wanting to be there for her most treasured friend as she ran lightly upon the ship’s deck, muttering excuse me, to get around the many people before having to halt at the gangplank and make her way more sedately down the walkway, for fear of tumbling over into the quite cold and dirty water.
    With her head down and skirts lifted lightly, Angel had no idea what a beautiful picture she presented as her hair whipped around her shoulders in the light and dry wind, as more than one man paused, taking in the soft curve of her cheek, her deep golden brown skin, her full lips and the feminine curve of her form.
    And it was Asher who noticed more than most, this beautiful woman walking down the gangway. He watched, standing next to a pallet of crates someone had dropped beside him, studying her as she scanned the crowds, her eyes light, even though he could not make out their color and slanted upwards at the corner. Her cheekbones were high and swelled down to beautifully full lips; the upper lip decidedly curved, the lower, full and plump. As her hair whipped around her curvy, but lithe form in the wind, Asher was entranced, as she grew closer, still as yet, not seeing him, turning to and fro to study the quickly dissipating crowd.
    He was almost about to make his presence, known, knowing without a shadow of doubt that this was Angel, when someone called to her from the ship.
    “ Ms. Barrett!” The voice exclaimed, a large, black male in captain’s gear leaning over the railing to call to her. “Do you see your friends’ brothers?” He asked, slight worry marring his dark eyes.
    Angel, as Asher had known it would be, turned towards the captain, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. “No, captain, I do not,” she called back, and the wind caught her words, made them caress Asher’s very soul before they dissipated in the air. “Perhaps they have left already for her husband’s estate.”
    “ Then I shall deliver you personally there,” the captain returned and Asher did not like the look upon his face, the captain was definitely interested in this beautiful Angel, and Asher felt something vastly unusual feel his soul and nearly saw red when he named it…jealousy.
    Yet, Asher was never jealous, hadn’t been in years, not