And thank you all for entering and for your fun comments. Now to the answer to last week's quiz:
Cassandra searched for a glimpse of his eyes in the darkness, but the shadows denied her. How could he joke about such a disgusting habit?
“Wondering how I managed to fend off three men?” Luke asked.
A. Her heart fluttered. "Indeed, it was quite impressive."
B. “Two.” She lifted her chin. “I took care of one of them.”
C. "No. I wonder why you bothered at all." Sorrow gripped her that this handsome man was such a rogue.
D. "I've already thanked you for your trouble. Now, I must be on my way."
The answer was B. Many of you got it right!! Some chose D which could possibly have fit her personality as well. However, I'm thinking I need to make the quiz a bit harder! So, this week you must guess what Luke would say in the following conversation (And no cheating if you've already read the book!)
This is roughly halfway through the book.
They turned down Pleasant Street, lined with quaint homes and decorative flower gardens. The smell of wild bergamot and fresh apple pie drifted over her nose.
He was a gambler, yet she trusted him with her investment.
Turning down the path in front of her house, Mr. Heaton stopped at the bottom of the porch stairs. Cassandra stepped up on the first tread and spun to face him. She was nearly level in height with him—nearly. The lantern light sparkled in his eyes as he placed a boot atop the step and released her arm.
He was a womanizer; then why did she feel her heart yearning for his affection?
He turned to leave.
“Thank you once again for your rescue, Mr. Heaton.”
He faced her. A sad grin hovered over his lips. “My pleasure.”
“So, you’ll be leaving tomorrow?” She longed to keep him here. And hated herself for it.
“Riding out to the ship first thing in the morning.”
“How long will you be?” Cassandra asked then realized the absurdity of the question. She laughed. “Of course you don’t know that.”
He gave her a quizzical look. “Will you miss me?”
“Don’t be absurd.” Cringing at the dishonest twang in her voice, she stared off toward the bay. “I’m simply anxious for you to catch another prize.”
“Ah.” He scratched the stubble on his chin and gave her one of his beguiling grins. “Of course.”
Cassandra tapped her foot. “Oh, bother, Mr. Heaton. You can wipe that grin off your face, Not every woman in town pines for your affections.”
“No.” The sorrow in his voice nearly broke through the shield she’d erected around her heart. “Not every woman.”
What was she doing? Allowing this rake to charm his way into her graces. Steeling herself against his further attempts, Cassandra pursed her lips. “Mr. Crane informed me of your ignoble activities.”
“Which ones?” He jerked the hair from his face and chuckled. Moonlight drifted over a scar on his right earlobe.
“You may make sport of it all you wish, Mr. Heaton, but I hardly consider gambling, drinking, and fighting suitable pursuits for a successful privateer, much less a gentleman.”
“Well, Miss Channing, you knew what you were getting when you hired me.” One brow cocked, he gave her a pointed gaze. “Besides, I’m hurting no one.” His eyes lowered to her lips. He swallowed.
Heat swirled in her belly. “I am not so sure, Mr. Heaton.”
“Why are you so interested in what I do at night, Miss Channing? Care to join me?”
“Of course not! I’m sure you have no need of me with all your trollops to entertain you.”
Propping his hand on the post, he drew close until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.
A. “If I were a more astute man, I’d say you were jealous.”
B. "None of them compare to you."
C. "I never tire of female attention."
D. "Entertain? Bah! They merely pass the time."
Told you it would be harder!! Anyway, leave a comment with your guess and I'll enter you for next week's drawing!!
Thanks everyone! Have a great weekend!!
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