“Hating you was pure and simple,”
she whispered. “It was black and white, no room for pain. But I can’t hate you anymore. I don’t want us to be enemies.” Unshed tears burned the back of her throat.
He pulled his hand away from hers and laid it on her shoulder. Through the sweater she could feel the warmth of his skin. “You want me to be your friend?”
“You make it sound so awful!”
He laughed as if he were teetering on insanity. “I can’t wish you good fortune and watch as you marry another.”
“Why not?” Liquid flames shot through her veins, making her dizzy.
“Because my thoughts aren’t the least bit friendly toward you.” His gaze pinned her. “Every time I look at you, I want to strip you down naked and make love to you.”
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The Lightkeeper’s Woman
Mary Burton
For Cathy Maxwell and Pamela Gagne,
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Prologue
1882
T here was never enough time.
Alanna Patterson stood before the small open portal of the captain’s cabin. The night wind was warm and the dark sky aglow with an endless blanket of stars. The gentle waters of James River lapped against the side of the schooner Intrepid.
She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. Mossy scents of the docks mingled with the aroma of tobacco bundles and freshly milled lumber. The ship had been loaded this afternoon and was ready for departure tomorrow.
If only this night could last forever.
Strong arms banded around Alanna and wrapped her in warmth. Her hand came up to his powerful arms. “Caleb.”
He nuzzled his cheek next to hers. Thick stubble teased her soft skin. “Come back to bed.”
She tipped her head back against his bare chest. “It’s getting late. I must leave soon so that I can be home before anyone realizes I am gone.”
Caleb inhaled a deep breath. “I don’t want it to end.”
Heat spread through her body as she remembered their lovemaking. “Nor I.”
“I love our nights together but I hate it when you leave.”
“Soon we will be wed and I won’t have to sneak back home at dawn.”
His arms tightened around her. “Stay with me. Come with me on this next voyage.”
The idea tempted but reason overcame it quickly. “I can’t leave Richmond now. And you will be back in six weeks. It’s not such a long time.”
“Six weeks is a lifetime.” He laid his large hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. She stared up into his warm blue eyes so filled with love and tenderness. “Marry me.”
She flattened her hands against his bare muscular chest. His heart beat wildly under her fingertips.
“We are getting married after you return,” she said.
He captured a strand of her silken blond hair between his fingers. “The ceremony is not for three more months. I want to marry you now.”
She smiled. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“There’s a church not four blocks from here. I’ll wake the minister.”
The idea made her giddy. She traced the cleft in his chin with her fingertip. “We can’t wake the minister, Caleb. It wouldn’t be right.”
His gaze darkened. “Why not? I’ll make a large donation to the church to make it worth his while.”
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