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since her…and he refused to allow it any more room, instead, moving away from the crates and walking towards Angel who had just started making her way back up the gangplank.
    “ Ms. Barrett.” Asher said behind her.
    The words were a demand, nearly, far from a question, who ever called her name, knew just who she was as Angel turned around, not knowing what to expect, accept deciding that the voice was very male, very dark and carried a cold trace to it.
    She turned, her eyes meeting first a black frock jacket and a snowy white cravat, the arms, chest and shoulders were incredibly wide, wider even then her father’s, or Captain Roswell’s. Her eyes continued traveling slowly, taking in the breath of his neck visible above his cravat, the darkly tanned and hard jaw line, firm lips, the upper one a little thin, while the lower one was plump, a narrow nose, with nostrils like two half hearts before finally settling upon eyes a beautiful feline gold with flecks of green inside them and jet black windswept hair, a top hat held in his hand casually.
    Angel felt her heart beat erratically in her chest, thump…thump, as she tried to catch her breath. She bit her lip, trying to ease her scattered thoughts into some semblance of words and couldn’t, giving up, as heat rushed to her face, knowing she was flushed red, and not being able to help it. She had never reacted so violently to a man before, any man, and felt something unknown begin deep inside her, in her womanly place, that she rarely even thought of.
    “ You are Ms. Barrett, are you not?” The man asked again with a hint of a question on the end, this time. And Angel noticed the deep dimples that creased each side of his cheek as he spoke.
    She finally responded by nodding, feeling as if she had been struck dumb. “Yes, yes, I am she…I mean, Angel, Ms. Barrett.”
    And now she was rambling and tightly closed her lips, before releasing them slightly, but keeping one lip pulled between her teeth.
    Asher had felt lust before but this was ridiculous, when she pulled her bottom lip and bit it gently he wanted to be the one, biting it gently, pulling, and tasting her. He had never felt such an uncontrollable burst of passion and instead, studying her eyes, a beautiful gray rimmed with the darkest of blacks. Her eyelashes were dark, curly and made her unusually exotic eyes seem even more exotic, tilted at the corners but still wide. He’d never seen eyes shaped like hers and stared hard at her before realizing she was speaking.
    “ I do not know which brother you are, Hunter only telling me two would meet me, Caleb and David, here, are you perhaps joined by another?” She asked, staring at him, taller than Hunter by some inches, at least four or five, and Asher placed her height at five feet six inches.
    It didn’t take Asher long to realize that he would make her his next mistress…or lover, depending upon the length of time she was visiting his sister. He smiled, remembering Hunter’s penned message that he was not to try to seduce her friend, but what Hunter didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
    “ I am Asher, the second oldest, Ms. Barrett, where are your trunks, we must leave as soon as possible, my first niece or nephew is due to arrive at any minute.”
    Every word he said was hard, deep, clipped in his English accent, yet, there was a tangible hint of warmth that Angel gravitated towards.
    “ I shall ask the captain when my trunks will be brought up,” she said, hurriedly turning away, before turning back towards him. “And thank you so much, Lord Davis, for seeing to me,” she replied.
    “ I am not a lord, that title is reserved for my father, you may call me…Asher, as Hunter has told me so much about you, and I shall call you…Ms. Angel,” he said her first name for the first time, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue. “If that is alright with you, of course?”
Angel nodded, once again, feeling her heart flutter in her chest, before walking