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strong hands on her body.
    Sensing her silent appraisal Fox jauntily cocked his head to one side then nodded mockingly. Flushing angrily, Alexa stiffened, haughtily tossing her mass of windblown black curls. A low mirthful rumble reached her ears and she abruptly turned and marched back to her cabin.
    Later that afternoon Adam visited her cabin. Not bothering to knock he barged in, his profile strong and rigid, his icy eyes hooded. “I see you’ve fared well in my absence.” His voice was courteous but patronizing. “Have my friends seen to your needs, milady?”
    “Well enough,” snapped Alexa. For some unknown reason his commanding presence irked her as much as that of the pirate captain. “You choose strange friends, Adam,” she accused. “A rogue privateer and his first mate who take your money without a qualm. But then, you are not much better despite your title.”
    Adam laughed raucously, evidently pleased by her show of spirit. “The lady has spunk. Be careful, milady, you may bare your claws once too often with me. You are bound to pay the consequences.”
    “What are the consequences, Adam?” Alexa asked quietly. “Why have you taken me from my home and what do you plan for me? You owe me an explanation.”
    After a poignant pause, Adam answered, a look of inflexible purpose on his face. “It’s no more than rightthat you should know. Your father and mother caused a man’s death fifteen years ago. A senseless death that could have been avoided, the problem settled less harshly. One man was an excellent shot, the other had never held a pistol in his hand much less fired one. The outcome was inevitable.”
    Alexa sucked in her breath and involuntarily stepped backwards, the hatred in Adam’s cold eyes frightening.
    “As you might have guessed, the expert shot was your father; the man he killed was mine. And your mother, whore that she is, was the cause of it all.”
    “No!” screamed Alexa, striking out at him blindly. “How dare you call my mother a whore! How can you speak so of the dead?”
    “Your mother is dead?” asked Adam, startled by her disclosure. “I … I didn’t know. But that still doesn’t excuse her. She led my father on, made him fall in love with her, knowing there was no hope for him, for your father would never let her go. How … how did she die? An accident?”
    “I … I’m not sure. All my father would tell me was that she died suddenly fifteen years ago. I don’t even have a picture of her. I thought it was because he loved her so much that he burned everything that reminded him of her.”
    “It matters little.” Adam shrugged carelessly. “However she died my father is gone because of her and your father. I made a vow to avenge his death one day by depriving your father of something or someone he values highly.” He stared at her pointedly.
    “Me!” breathed Alexa. “You’re punishing me because of something my parents did fifteen years ago! It’s so unfair! How am I to be punished for the sins of my father?”
    “You won’t be hurt, Alexa,” Adam assured her stonily. “I don’t abuse women physically.”
    “Then how …? Oh, no,” she gasped, her violet eyes dark with horror. “Fox was right, you do plan on … on ravishing me. But if that’s what you intend why didn’t you just do it and let me go?”
    “There’s more to it than that, milady. I intend to keep you with me and make you my mistress until I tire of you. Your father has already been given a message outlining my intentions. He knows that you are being held by the son of Martin Foxworth, the man who stole the heart of his wife. How do you think he’ll react to the information that his innocent daughter is being corrupted time and again by the son of the man whom his wife loved?”
    Alexa could only stare at Adam, amazed at the amount of hatred stored within his tall frame. Fifteen years of hate. All directed at her father, and indirectly at her. Adam expected to hurt her father