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she was. On the other side of the crowd milling at the railings, waiting calmly. She must believe that there had been a small accident, he thought. But in his gut he knew that the silent, dark prisoners’ warship, now coming closer to the yacht, wasn’t accidentally drifting in the Thames.
    Jemma was at the very end of the line to board the small boats for shore, her eyes searching the deck. Looking for him.
    Then he was running toward her, twisting through the crush of people. They were flooding to the railing, which made it easier. The king’s servants were lowering boats. He caught sight of His Majesty with a boatful of laughing courtiers, being rowed to shore, and still the hulk drifted closer.
    Then he had her, gave her one hard kiss and pulled her back to the railing where Twiddy was waiting. The hulk was almost on the boat again. Noblemen were laughingly filling the boats that had come out from shore to rescue them, paying no attention to the seemingly dead ship.
    â€œWhy—Why, Elijah,” Jemma said, breathlessly.
    He picked her up and dropped her into Twiddy’s hands as if she were no more than a load of laundry. Then he vaulted the railing himself and landed in the back of Twiddy’s boat. There was no need to give the man orders.
    Twiddy had an oar ready to push them away from the yacht. He jammed it back down into the water and threw his whole weight against the current to push them ahead of the two boats as quickly as he could.
    â€œElijah!” Jemma cried, just as a pistol barked.
    â€œDown!” he shouted, and lunged forward, pushing her into the bottom of the boat and covering her with his body. Twiddy swore under his breath, rowing with all his might and main.
    Elijah looked up to see the deck of the hulk thronged with prisoners. Five, or perhaps six, had taken a wild leap onto the deck of the royal yacht. A dilatory nobleman yelled and then fell into the water, making a fine splash. Twiddy gave another great heave, and the span of water between themselves and the yacht grew into a dark well.
    Elijah let Jemma sit up. Her hair was tumbling about her shoulders, though she looked as beautiful as ever. The shore was brightly lit now, thronged with the king and his courtiers, with the little boatloads still coming ashore. And on the deck of the Peregrine , convicts waved their pistols and roared their defiance.
    Twiddy shook his head and looked away, grunting at the force he put into rowing.
    â€œThe prisoners,” Jemma breathed.
    â€œYou could have been hurt,” he said. She was so beautiful. It wasn’t her golden hair nor the color of her eyes, nor the lush shape of her bosom. It was the way her lips curled, the way her eyes laughed at him, the slender fingers she held out to him. He took her hand and carefully pulled off her glove. Then he pressed her palm to his lips.
    The very touch of that small palm against his lips made his heart beat faster than it had while running, while jumping the horse, while diving into the boat.
    â€œElijah,” she whispered, her eyes still on his.
    And then she was in his lap, and Twiddy rowed away up the great River Thames while the Duke of Beaumont kissed his wife.

Chapter Three
    J emma looked flushed, happy and excited. More happy than Elijah had seen her look in…oh…forever. Perhaps since the early days of their marriage.
    They didn’t show each other joy, not anymore.
    And she wasn’t happy merely because they were away from the river, and safe on their way home. He caught her off the seat of the hackney and kissed her just because he could. And because the moment when she melted into his arms, when her arms came around his, wasn’t anything he remembered from their awkward beddings years ago.
    There was only one thought in his mind, beating through his body with the force of a tidal wave. The minute they entered the house, he would carry her up the stairs. The hell with any servants who might be