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sure. A s for my age, I don’t believe I am ready to be put out to pasture just yet. H opefully , I still have a few good years left in me.”
                  “As I am sure you do. At any rate, all of my knowledge came from books. But, Captain, I have never been to your country, though I have read much about America. Our journey should be about an eight-week voyage if we have good wind. Is this correct? You will tell me what to expect when we arrive, oui ?”
                  Joshua watched as a tiny trickle of perspiration slid down her neck to the valley between her breasts. What he would not give to wipe it off with his... Stop! Why was he thinking such ludicrous thoughts ? He had been hired to protect this girl as he would his own sister. But be damned! Nathan Rhodes should have wa rned him of what a truly exquisite creature his daughter truly was, instead of prattling on and on about her supposed lack of social graces. There was not a red-blooded man alive, French, American or any other breed, who would not be taken aback and caught completely off guard by Lynna Rhodes.            
     
                  “I am sorry, Captain Jordan. Whatever I did to cause you distress, I am truly sorry,” Lynna whispered guiltily as she witnessed his hurried rush to the exit. The Captain failed to answer her and seemed to be having great difficulty with the latch before he was able to fling the portal wide and make a mad dash out of his cabin.
                  For the life of her, Lynna could not comprehend what she had done to upset him so. Why were men destined to be such an emotional lot , anyway? The least little thing sent them into a wild and uncontrollable tailspin. For was Captain Jordan not exhibiting the same discomposure she had witnessed on other men so often in the past? She had come to the conclusion long ago that men were the weaker gender. After all, the men at home, the bodyguards and bookish associates of her father, had always reacted in the same manner of agitation after having bestowed upon them one of her impetuous hugs . Why, on more than one occasion she had feared them to be on the verge of a fit of apoplexy as they had clenched their fists tightly at their sides and began to sweat rather profusely under her father's menacing glare.
                  To be sure, h er father had frequently chided her for being overly affectionate. Perhaps that was the problem. She was simply too friendly and the Captain seemed to lack the emotion entirely and be rather stoic to boot. But, she did so want him to like her, for he was s uch an attractive man. T all, at least six feet two inches, with black wavy hair that fell carelessly across his forehead, and skin tanned golden from many hours spe nt in the sun . And his pearly white teeth, she was sure, would sparkle were he ever to attempt a smile.
                  Her thoughts meandered back to the impulsive hug she had given the Captain. She had felt…what was it she had felt… exactly? It was… a funny feeling… in the pit of her stomach. But she could not name it. The feeling had seemed to rapidly expand to all parts of her body , leaving a noticeable sensitivity in her breasts. She brushed her hands across the front of her bodice , remembering the feelings that had awakened as she pressed against his broad chest. Lynna knew one thing for certain. Captain Jordan was of a different caliber than any other man she had met in the past seventeen years .

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
                  S am Bogan had been the ship's cook for as long as Joshua had been the captain and the two were as close as father and son. Joshua knew that over the years Sam had come to recognize the signs of when something was bothering him. Evidently those signs were too obvious to ignore at the moment. “What ails ye, lad?” Sam asked, continuing to peel the mound of potatoes before