talks,” Purchase said, “and Lady Joanna’s money is mighty persuasive.”
“It’s madness.” Alex slumped back in his seat, aware of a mixture of exasperation, frustration and a certain very reluctant admiration that Lady Joanna Ware had proved that obstinacy was one of her finest qualities.
“I don’t suppose,” he added, “that your ship is reinforced to withstand the ice either.”
“Sea Witch is no bomb ship,” Purchase allowed. “Her decks aren’t reinforced, but she’s a tough little vessel for all that.”
“Sea Witch,” Alex said. “Are you trying to curse her?”
“I thought it was appropriate,” Purchase said, grinning. “She handles like a woman in a temper.” He laughed. “And she’s all the more challenge for it.”
Alex moved his tankard in slow circles on the tabletop. “You’ll not reconsider the commission?” he asked.
Purchase shook his head. “Sorry, Grant.”
“Then give me passage, too,” Alex said.
“As crew?” Purchase smiled.
“As a guest,” Alex said. “I’ll pay my way.”
“Why?”
“Because I am Nina Ware’s guardian, too, and I feel an obligation to see her safe.”
Purchase’s clear gaze considered him thoughtfully. “Seems Ware chose well when he named you joint guardian, Grant. You may hate him for shackling you, but you will always do your duty.”
“Quite,” Alex said tightly. In the previous day, he thought bitterly, he had fought more battles between honor and inclination than ever before. “So?” he asked.
“You’ll have to ask Lady Joanna if you can come,” Purchase said, grinning hugely and clearly enjoying the moment. “She has the final word.”
Alex swore. “Purchase—”
“Don’t worry, you can always work your passage as cabin boy if she turns you down,” Purchase said, his grin widening still more until Alex’s face relaxed into a reluctant smile. “That’s better. What the hell has happened to you to turn you into a bear with such a sore head?”
“Lady Joanna tries my patience,” Alex said succinctly. He thought of Joanna stating defiantly that she would take fruit to Spitsbergen with her to ward off the scurvy and maintaining that her clothes would be warm enough to keep out the Arctic cold, and was gripped by acute irritation. He had not known whether to shake her or kiss her and the fact that he wanted to kiss her at all was precisely the problem.
“Ah.” Owen Purchase straightened in his seat. “Lady Joanna is a fine woman …”
Alex glared. “That’s your lust talking, Purchase.”
Purchase laughed. “I could call you out for that, Grant, but I like you too much to kill you. I’ll admit to a certain partiality for Lady Joanna.” He shifted on the bench, crossing his long legs at the ankle.
“You want her for yourself,” Alex said sharply.
Purchase did not deny it. “She was too good for Ware,” he said.
“I am surprised to hear you say that,” Alex said stiffly. “You admired Ware as much as I did.”
He was surprised. No one criticized David Ware. Ware had been a hero. Everyone knew it.
“Ah, come on, Grant,” Purchase said, his drawl even more pronounced than normal. “Ware was a damned good captain but a damned poor husband.” His mouth thinned. “You know that-you were the one forever dragging him out of whorehouses so that he didn’t miss the boat.”
“And in return,” Alex said sharply, “he saved my life, Purchase. Not a bad bargain.”
“Ah, well.” Purchase’s cool gaze was thoughtful on him. “I understand your sense of obligation.”
“I doubt that you do,” Alex said. He rubbed the ache in his leg, the constant reminder of his debt. “Ware could have left me to die in that crevasse, Purchase. He should have done, because he risked his life for mine instead of ensuring one of us survived to lead our men back to safety. So don’t speak to me about his weaknesses.”
“I’ve never denied that Ware had physical courage,” Purchase said. “But don’t you see he did it for his own glory? You’re right-he should have left you. That would have been the responsible thing to do, but instead he had to play the hero.”
“Enough,” Alex said through shut teeth. He could see that Purchase’s desire for Joanna was skewing his judgment. Perhaps they had been lovers and she had poisoned Purchase’s mind against her husband. Perhaps they were still lovers. His bad temper tightened like a ratchet.
Purchase drained his tankard. “One more thing and then I’ll stop pushing my luck. Did you never think Ware’s discipline a little on the harsh side?” Over the rim of the beaker Alex saw that Purchase’s eyes were bright and hard with contempt. “Sure, his men obeyed him, but they didn’t love him like yours love you-if I can be so inappropriate as to speak of love to an Englishman.”
“A Scotsman,” Alex corrected, but with a faint smile.
“Even worse,” Purchase drawled. “No wonder you’re so dour. It’s the iron in your soul.”
“Dev says it is my Calvinistic upbringing,” Alex said. He stopped, shook his head. “Let’s not talk about this, Purchase. We’ll only argue and I don’t want to quarrel with you.”
For a moment the tension hung on the air, but then the other man’s face relaxed and he nodded.
“Another one?” Purchase asked, holding up his tankard inquiringly.
Alex shook his head. “I need to find Lady Joanna and persuade her to allow me to accompany her on this voyage of hers. For the child’s sake.”
“Try some charm, if you have it in you, Grant,” Purchase advised. He cocked his head. “Anyway, you’re in luck. Lady Joanna is currently around the corner at the Castle Tavern.”
Alex peered out of the grimy window. The evening was well advanced and the spring light was fading now, leaving the sky streaked with pink and gold. Torches flared in the street outside and the lights of the inns and coffee shops and gaming hells dappled the cobbles. The evening crowd, raucous and rowdy, already three sheets to the wind on ale and gin, thronged the narrow alleyway. Holborn at night was the last place Alex would have expected to find Lady Joanna Ware.
“What the deuce is she doing there?” he asked.
Purchase gestured to one of the extremely pretty tavern girls to refill his tankard. “She’s a Lady of the Fancy,” he said.
“A what?”
“She supports the pugilistic club,” Purchase said. “She is their mascot. I believe there is a match
