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Chapters (59)
  1. COVER
  2. ROSEMARY ROGERS
  3. DEDICATION
  4. THE BEGINNING
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. NEW ORLEANS
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. MEXICO
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. LA CORTESANA
  29. 22
  30. 23
  31. 24
  32. 25
  33. 26
  34. 27
  35. 28
  36. 29
  37. 30
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. THE JOURNEY
  47. 39
  48. 40
  49. 41
  50. THE DESTINATION
  51. 42
  52. TURNING POINTS
  53. 43
  54. 44
  55. 45
  56. 46
  57. THE PROMISE
  58. Epilogue
  59. COPYRIGHT

Ginny cried out, her hips arching, and she found her hands tangled in his dark hair, holding his head as she moaned and shook helplessly. Release burst in trailing, fiery streamers, and he slid his body upward to cover her with his own as she collapsed in a shuddering heap.

“Hold me, Ginny.”

Obeying, feeling heavy, as if her body were weighted with lead, she lifted her arms to wind them around his neck. He entered her then, with a swift, savage thrust, his body pounding into her with relentless urgency until she began to respond, the fire reigniting, banishing lethargy and shadows, banishing everything but Steve.

It’s always like this…I’m lost when he touches me….

11

Sleepy drifts of fog slipped over the wet cobblestones leading down to the docks, muffling the sounds of hooves and wheels. Ginny stood in the shelter of their carriage in the dark hours before sunrise. Her face was pale in the murky light, eyes green and sleepy, lashes casting a faint shadow on her cheeks as the fitful glow of a lantern swept over her. Misty fog dampened the folds of her hooded cloak and skirts so that they clung to her legs, outlining the curve of hip and thigh. Tendrils of copper hair had escaped from her hood and clung wetly to her cheek.

Even in the dim light, her mouth looked bruised, still passion-swollen. Steve looked away from her, from the swift, questioning glance she flung him. Damn Bishop anyway. It always ended like this; Ginny was right.

“Amigo,” Paco said, coming up behind him, “we can board as soon as you’re ready.”

Familiar shipboard sounds closed in around them in the soupy light of glass lanterns. Ginny hadn’t said a word to Steve since they’d left the leased house on Royal Street. He’d done his best to exhaust her, and seemed to have succeeded.

A crewman escorted Ginny to their cabin, and she didn’t even glance back at Steve as she followed, disappearing down the narrow hatchway with a silence that left him both relieved and suspicious. It wasn’t like her to be so quietly accepting. Anger was expected, temper flashing in her eyes as she railed at him, not this unnatural silence.

“She has changed, amigo.” Paco said aloud what Steve was thinking. He gave him a swift glance.

“Maybe. Or maybe she’s just changed tactics. I’m still not sure what her motives are, or if she’ll end up being more trouble than help.”

“Bishop may think she’ll be useful, but I never have liked involving women. They’re too unpredictable, and your wife is one of the most unpredictable females I’ve ever met. I’ve never forgotten that day in Mexico when she drew her knife on Concepciόn, or how well she could handle the weapon.”