I see youve noticed Captain Sutherland, her father cut in dryly.
Nicole jerked her eyes away, her face heating furiously. But then the name sank into her muddled mind: Sutherland, the dissolute captain of the Southern Cross, the owner of the now failing Peregrine Shipping lineand her fathers most bitter enemy.
Thats Derek Sutherland? she asked in hushed amazement, staring at her father in wonder. The idea that he continually crossed this lethal-looking man was cause to make her alternately cheer his bravery and question his sanity.
The one and only, he said as he stood. Bidding his doxy good night, he motioned impatiently for Nicole to follow him. Looks as though well be leaving. Her fathers face turned fierce. Because if he keeps staring at you like that, Ill have to make good on my threats and kill the bastard.
As she followed him through the crowd, some urge goaded her to glance back at Sutherland. She gave in to the temptation, only to find his eyes on her.
Watch was too tame a word for what he didhis gaze roamed over her in a proprietary manner that defied her to walk away from him.
But she would.
Such an intriguing-looking man, despite his deeply lined countenance. What a waste, she mused acidly as she turned away.
Seconds later, long, strong fingers encircled her wrist. She knew it was Sutherland even before she turned and their eyes locked. His flesh was hot on hershis hand was callused.
Stay, he said simply.
From his manner, she got the impression he expected her to do just that. Did he think all he had to do was command her? The arrogance! So why did she find herself fighting a very real desire to remain?
Take your hand off me, Captain.
When he didnt, she twisted her arm out of his grasp. In response, he gave her a mocking half-bow. How could he be so unconcerned? How could he seem bored when attraction fired hot and swift within her? Angered, she gave him a forbidding glare. Nonchalance, Captain? How indifferent will you be when you lose the Great Circle Race by, say she tapped her cheek, a thousand miles?
She could have sworn she saw the corners of his lips curl up before her father returned to yank her away.
Damn it, Nicole, when will you learn? he demanded before the toe of her boot had touched the refuse-strewn street. Walking into the Mermaid as if you owned it! Hell, its because of men like Sutherland that you shouldnt be in a place like that.
Ive been in worse, she countered as he anxiously led her away.
But to attract Sutherland s attention and then antagonize him? He threw another look over his shoulder. Its as if youre drawn to trouble.
Well, trouble and I do go way back, she said between short breaths as she struggled to keep up with her father. He twisted around and frowned at her before slowing his progress down the quay. If hes such a bad man, then for Gods sake, why do you go out of your way to cross him?
I have my reasons for plaguing Sutherland. Good reasons. Besides, hes British. The look Lassiter gave her said hed explained what should be obvious to anyone with American blood in them.
Mama was British, Nicole pointed out, even though theyd been through this again and again.
She was the only one of this whole lot I ever respected. His eyes betrayed much more than simple respect for his late wife. Laurel Banning Lassiter had been a noblewoman of English birth, whose memory was never far from their minds.
His voice hardened again as he looked at her. That man is a wastrel and a brute and youre to have nothing to do with him. Hed use you and throw you away without so much as a good-bye. Especially since he knows Im connected to you in some way. He paused, then added starkly, If he realizes youre my daughter, I cant imagine what the cold-blooded bastard will do.
They walked on in silence, Nicole quiet as she thought about Sutherland. She didnt think it likely hed recognize her since she took after her mother and bore little resemblance to her fatherexcept perhaps a reddish tint to her hair. And, of course, in attitude.
I dont think hell even remember me in the morning, she finally assured him, though secretly, perversely, the idea displeased her. After all, hell most likely get drunk tonight.
Her father grunted. Not so drunk that hed forget you. He placed a hand on her shoulder, steering her around the ship debris speckling the docks. But enough of that devil. Why arent you in school?
When she looked away, he asked in a voice laced with resignation, You got thrown out again, didnt you?
Nicole gave a delicate cough. My leaving was mutually agreed upon. He scowled, striding on, and she added under her breath, To the great glee of my headmistress.
When they approached the dockside that berthed her fathers ship, the Bella Nicola, a rush of emotion brought the sting of tears to her eyes. A striking clipper with a sharp navy hull and jaunty white and red accents, it stood out among the hulks in the harbor as a diamond would amidst coal.
This is my home. Shed longed to be back aboard and had missed the ship as though she were a friend. Her breath hitched, but she didnt want her father to notice her missish reaction. To mask it, she commented in an airy tone, Really, Father, I dont understand why youre still fuming at me.
Dont understand? he asked. How did you expect me to react when youve been dismissed from the finest finishing school on the Continent? Pleased?
It really wasnt a dismissal like the other schools, she replied, warming to the subject. I choose to call it a conclusion.
Well, if this is you after your conclusion, he turned her to survey her hair-stuffed cap and boys trousersyour grandmother should demand her money back.
Pssh. When I first got there, they told me I had to master seven subjects out of nine, whichIdid. Hed never know it had taken everything in her power to do so. She found it difficult to acquire graces designed to snag a rich, titled husband. Because at twenty and with her quirky looks, she was not just firmly on the shelf. She was on the top shelfthe one it took a ladder to get to.
And I suppose its only coincidence that you finished seven with enough time to travel back here just days before the Great Circle Race.
Nicole looked away again. Shed been planning to sail the race for the past two years, ever since reading about Queen Victorias decree for a global contest open to sailors of any nationality. Shed decided then that nothing would stand in her way. Not slapped hands when she chose the wrong utensil nor ridiculing dance masters, and not the constant teasing about her being too old for school. Especially not a hard-as-iron headmistress bent on cramming her into a proper-lady mold and chopping off anything that remained outside.