gaze slid over her face. “Did you have a good rest?”
She nodded. “Yes, I did. Thank you for the use of your bed.”
His mouth softened. “Do not say that too loudly—you might be misunderstood.”
She had to smile. “I am not worried. I don’t think anyone would ever accuse you of trying to take me to bed.”
He glanced away.
Instantly she recalled his interest in her that morning and his invitation to dine—which had really been an invitation to tryst. Her cheeks became warm, and an odd hollow feeling began in her lower body. Amanda turned to face the sea, grasping the railing. Too late, she realized they stood mere inches apart.
She gave him a quick, sidelong glance, aware that for the first time in her life, she was having feelings of some kind for a man. Standing this close to him left her breathless and restless. Maybe he’d ask her to supper tomorrow night.
He didn’t speak, and she turned away. She watched the starlight dancing over the rippling swells. As far as the human eye could see, there was nothing but the shining blackness of the sea. It seemed infinite, powerful and mighty.
And it was comforting. He was comforting. She was terribly aware of his big masculine body and the tension in her own limbs, but far more significant was the feeling of being safe and sheltered just by being close to him.
She smiled just a little. She didn’t have to ask to know that he was enjoying the absolute beauty and serenity of the moment, and truth be told, so was she. But the real truth was, she was enjoying being near him, and with him.
More moments passed in a new and strangely companionable silence.
Amanda said, “The night is perfect, isn’t it?”
He glanced down at her. “I agree.”
She met his gaze, felt a fluttering in her chest, then turned her vision back to the endless stretch of shining water. Papa was really gone, but the night was perfect. She should feel like a traitor, but she knew he would want her to enjoy such a night.
Then her stomach growled.
De Warenne smiled at her.
Amanda blushed. “That isn’t ladylike, is it?”
“You have told me, once or twice, that being a lady doesn’t interest you.”
She thought of the ladylike nightgown in her sack. “It doesn’t,” she said, but she felt as if she wasn’t speaking the entire truth. In order to change the subject, she added quickly, “If you really wanted to have supper with me, I ruined it.”
A brow lifted. “Actually, you haven’t and actually, I really did.”
She faced him fully. “What do you mean?”
His gaze slid slowly over every feature of her face. “I haven’t eaten. I was hoping you might wake up and share my meal.”
He had changed his mind about her, she realized. He had decided to take her to bed, after all. She should be dismayed, but she wasn’t. She felt terribly nervous and excited. And now, she would be able to pay for her passage. She slowly lifted her gaze to his, thinking about what was to come and realizing that she wanted to join him in his bed after all. Now, she could only pray that she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself while there. But she was smart, so surely once he started up with her, she’d figure out what to do.
“I will have our meal laid out. Excuse me.” He strode away.
Amanda inhaled, gripping the rail, aware of her pulse escalating. And suddenly she understood desire, oh yes.
“Miss Carre.” He gestured from the threshold of his cabin with a brief smile.
Amanda came forward, biting her lip. Even though he remained informally dressed in his linen shirt, his pale breeches and high boots, she wished she was wearing a dress, not that she owned one.
Then she saw the table. The gold candlesticks had tall ivory candles and had been lit. A white tablecloth had been draped over the table and it was graced with linen napkins, gilded flatware, crystal wineglasses and beautifully enameled red, blue and gold plates with gilt edges. A wine bottle sat on a silver coaster next to steaming silver platters. She had never seen such a sight and she could not move.
“Please.” He walked past her, drawing a dark red velvet chair from the table.
“We are really going to eat?” she gasped, wondering if she was in a dream.
“Yes, I invited you to dine.”
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the elegant table. She had never seen such a table—a queen should be dining there, not Carre’s daughter!
“Miss Carre?”
She vaguely heard him, realizing she had been wrong. He would not set up the table this way if he merely wished to toss her on her backside. Stunned and bewildered, she glanced at him. He continued to hold the chair out.
Somehow she came cautiously forward. Once, her father had held out a chair for his mistress, but they had both been staggering and foxed, laughing wildly over a gesture they considered absurd, mocking the airs of the gentry. Papa had ruined the mockery anyway, by pulling the woman onto his lap instead of allowing her to sit down, while delving deeply into her bodice.
Amanda stared at de Warenne. How could he be so kind, so generous and so handsome? He had sworn he was a gentleman with no untoward intentions, and she was beginning to believe it. He didn’t need to stage a grand seduction for the likes of her.
“Please, do sit,” he said softly.
“This isn’t a seduction?”
“No, it’s not.” His gaze held hers.
“Why?”
Even in the dim candlelight, she saw him flush. “Why isn’t this a seduction?”
She shook her head. “Why are you doing this? Why do you want to sup with me? I’m not a duke or an admiral. I’m not beautiful or elegant. Why?”
He was still, their gazes holding. It was a moment before he spoke. “It’s more pleasant to dine in company than alone. I’d also like to hear about your life.”
She blinked. “My life?” Her life had no significance and no one had ever been interested in any details of it before.
“It’s not every day that I rescue a pirate’s daughter,” he said, his tone suddenly teasing.
Amanda had to smile. Such a statement could have been offensive, coming from someone else. “My life will bore you,” she warned. Then, upon impulse, “But I should like to hear about yours!”
He started. “My life will surely bore you!”
She laughed. “You are royalty!”
He chuckled. “Darling, I am hardly royalty.” He gestured at the chair.
Amanda
