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vexed, I should be grateful for your timely distraction.’

      ‘Distraction? I was kneeling on the hull.’

      ‘Which didn’t prevent you from grabbing my leg.’

      ‘Should I have done nothing while you took aim at my father and his men?’

      ‘They were aiming at me and my men.’

      ‘I owe no loyalty to the men of Dunstan and had little concern about the arrows aimed at them.’

      Valid as it was, he wasn’t about to concede her point. ‘You should be grateful the men of Dunstan didn’t toss you overboard.’ She didn’t need to know that his men would never treat his bride-to-be so harshly.

      She’d been pacing at the other side of the cabin, but changed direction and approached his bed. ‘They would have, but you fell atop me.’ With a toss of her head she turned to take a seat on a nearby stool, adding, ‘So I’ve nothing to be thankful for.’

      ‘I would think you might be thankful for your life.’

      ‘As should you.’

      Richard knew that she would find a contrary response to anything he said. At another time, under different circumstances, this verbal sparring might provide an entertaining moment or two. Right now, however, she was his captive, not his guest, and her contrariness did nothing but make his head throb even more.

      Unmindful of his shoulder, he sat upright, shouting, ‘Matthew!’

      The man entered the quarters immediately. ‘You are awake.’

      ‘Could you find no other place for—?’ Try as he might, he couldn’t push through the fog still swirling about his mind to remember her given name. Richard settled his gaze on her long enough to say, ‘I can refer to you as she, or her, or that woman, but a name would be easier.’

      ‘Isabella.’ She ground out the answer between clenched teeth. ‘Isabella of Warehaven.’

      Richard turned back to Matthew and asked, ‘Could you find no other place for her?’ Her hiss of displeasure whipped through the small cabin.

      Matthew shrugged. ‘Since she was caring for your injury, I thought it better she stayed in here, rather than on the deck with the men.’

      ‘She cared for my injury?’

      Her gasp and wide-eyed stare spoke of her surprise at his lack of memory. ‘You remember nothing?’ She looked at him, questioning, ‘Who do you think cared for you?’

      He ignored her to ask his man, ‘What did you threaten her with?’

      Matthew flashed him a crooked smile. ‘My tender loving care, with the men’s assistance, should you die.’

      That she hadn’t thrown herself overboard at such a threat was interesting. Most women would have done so or fallen dead of fright when confronted in such a manner by any of his men. They were an imposing lot who hadn’t been selected for their good manners or refinement. Warehaven’s daughter was either braver than most, or possessed not one ounce of common sense.

      He did owe her his gratitude. ‘I do thank you—’

      ‘No need,’ she interrupted him, but then frowned as if debating what to say next. Finally, after pursing and then unpursing her lips a time or two, announced, ‘I am not going to marry you.’

      Richard swung his gaze back to his man. Why had that information been divulged? Matthew tripped while making a hasty exit. Over his shoulder, he said, ‘We’ll be home within a day or so.’

      A day or so? Depending on the winds, it was a five or six days journey back to Dunstan. That meant—

      ‘Did you hear me?’

      He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. If they were docking at the island in a day or two, that meant he’d been unconscious—

      ‘You’ll get my hand in marriage only if you remove it from my dead body first.’

      Obviously she wasn’t going to give him a moment of peace. Her acceptance—or lack of—hadn’t been a consideration in his plans. He wasn’t about to let her thwart his quest for vengeance.

      ‘It is truly simple, Isabella of Warehaven, you’ll do as you’re told.’

      ‘I...I will do what?’ she sputtered, staring at him as if he’d gone mad. ‘Killing my father does not grant you his place in my life.’

      Richard paused at the bitterness of her voice. He frowned, thinking back to the day he’d taken Warehaven’s whelp from her home. Scattered scenes rushed in swiftly filling in some of the holes of his faulty memory. Her father had taken an arrow on the beach. Since he’d also taken an arrow, why would she assume her sire had died?

      ‘You don’t know if he died or not. Like me, he might only have been injured.’

      ‘I saw him fall to the beach with an arrow piercing his chest. He wore no armour for protection, so I...I can only believe he was killed.’

      The catch in her voice warned him that she was already emotional, as was to be expected, but the last thing he wanted was for her to become hysterical over some imagined happening.

      ‘Is believing the worst your attempt at logic?’

      Her eyes widened briefly before narrowing into a fierce glare. Obviously his insincere question had the intended effect—she’d set aside the need to grieve a father who might or might not be dead for anger directed towards him.

      ‘I guess we’ll find out how valid my logic is when he or my brother come to pay you a visit.’

      ‘That was the whole point of being seen. Otherwise they wouldn’t know where to find you.’

      She waved off his answer, to order, ‘Turn this ship around.’ Her eyes blazing, she informed him, ‘They’ll have no reason to find me as I am not marrying you, nor am I spending the winter on Dunstan.’

      Since he had no intention of turning this ship about and every intention of marrying her within a matter of days, she would be spending much longer than just the winter on his island.

      The crash of another wave sent the ship pitching dangerously. Without thinking, he quickly reached out and grasped Isabella’s shoulders to keep her from being tossed from her seat on a stool to the floor.

      She shrugged off his touch and leaned away. ‘I can see to myself.’

      He didn’t get a chance to respond before the ship danced wildly once again, sending Isabella flying from the stool. The thin metal band confining her hair slipped from her head to spin like a top before it then clattered to the floor. On her hands and knees she glared at him as if daring him to give voice to the comments teasing his tongue.

      To his relief, instead of trying to scramble back on to the stool, Isabella snatched her hair band from the floor, then crawled to a corner and wedged herself securely between the timbers.

      From the ire evident on her face, she would be grateful if he took it upon himself to fall overboard. How high would her anger flame when she realised the depth of her predicament?

      Isabella leaned forward and warned, ‘You had better hope my family comes for me soon. Because I swear I will not be forced to marry you.’

      ‘What makes you think you have a choice in this matter?’

      ‘My family—’

      ‘Is not here. The deed will be done long before they arrive.’

      The blood appeared to drain from her face, leaving her pale and, from her trembling, more than a little shaken.

      When she finally found her voice, she asked, ‘Why would you wish to wed me?’

      ‘Wish to wed you?’ Richard shook his head. ‘You misunderstand. I have no wish to

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