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The Captain of All Pleasures (Sutherland Brothers #1) Page 49
Author: Kresley Cole

Her fury was so strong she shook from it. “If you think that some cut-up sail and some old paint will make me forget that you have me confined to this damned cabin”—she paused to take a deep breath—“then you are sadly mistaken. I am not some little nitwit who’ll be happy with whatever diversion you throw at me! When I paint, I usually do it after a hard day’s work!”

She’d punched Sutherland! She couldn’t quite believe it, but her hand throbbed from the impact with his rock-solid face. There was a flutter of movement outside; Jimmy had been standing outside the door. For how long, she didn’t know, but she did know that the boy had seen Sutherland holding his jaw, muttering a blistering curse.

She couldn’t seem to dim the lazy grin that surfaced once she’d unleashed the worst of her pique. It wouldn’t fade even when Sutherland made a menacing sound toward her before stalking out the door.

In fact, she grew even more pleased—the news would be all over the ship in minutes.

The next morning she received her second knock and even enjoyed a polite hesitation before the door opened. Jimmy, the little brat, padded in as if he didn’t want to wake her. Each day his eyes brightened and his skin grew pinker, while she weakened. She thought she really might hate him.

As he had the day before, he examined the walls she’d painted with a marveling look on his face, then left the tray. Today, however, he placed it on the table, forgoing the floor. Instead of dispensing the obligatory scowl before his departure, he hesitated at the open door before turning back to her.

“What do you want?” she snapped. With his wind-flushed cheeks, he looked completely recovered from his sickness, and he, like Sutherland, smelled as if he’d been bathing in sunshine. The thought of Jimmy outside when she couldn’t be was just too much.

This crew’s treatment of her was about to change—beginning with him. She started toward the little whelp.

He backed away from her. “D-did you really give the cap’n your fives?”

She raised her eyebrows at him but didn’t stop.

“Um, well, I thought you decked the cap’n.”

She glowered even more menacingly. Fine. If Jimmy meant to take her to task for that one beautiful facer she’d planted, she was spoiling for a fight.

“Yes, I popped the captain. What are you going to do about it?” Tilting her head, she looked the boy over, sizing him up. He wasn’t much bigger than she was. One more once-over, and she decided. She could take him.

“Wait!” He held a hand in front of him to ward off her advance, backing up to the door. Clumsily he maneuvered himself behind it, only allowing his head to peek out. “’Ow come ’ow come you ain’t ashamed of what you done?” he cried.

She knew he asked her not about hitting the captain but about poisoning their water. Although she didn’t feel the question even deserved an answer, she was past furious now.

“Ashamed? I’ve done nothing to be ashamed of!” she screeched. “If you weren’t as insanely obtuse as your captain, you’d have comprehended by now that I couldn’t poison anyone. I’m not perfect by any means, but I’m not malicious enough to poison you, even though I’m beginning to wish I had!”

Jimmy sucked in a breath, and his eyes widened wildly before he spun around. He had to fight past the handful of crewmen who by this time had gathered by the door, most likely drawn by her screaming. Some of them nodded toward her and mumbled back and forth, but she ignored them. She supposed this was as good a time as any to bring this to a head. Because there was no way she’d spend the next month inside, and they needed to know that.

She opened the door wide and turned to the closest sailor. “So you think I poisoned your water?” she shouted. “You’re so convinced I did that your captain won’t let me on deck for fear you’ll do me harm.” She leveled her glare at every seaman crowded about the door.

“Well, damn you all! I’ve done nothing but have the misfortune to be aboard with a no-good bunch of cowardly bastards!” Her fists clenched as she reached the point of no return.

“If you mean to do me harm, you better bloody well do it now, because I’m walking out that door, and I’ll feel the sun on my face or I’ll die trying. Do you understand me?”

In her fury, all she could hear was the blood pounding in her head. She was barely conscious of the exhaled whistles or gruff grunts. She lunged at the door, shoving at those who were too slow to get out of her way.

Including Sutherland.

With a grim expression of realization on his face, he stood motionless. Too bad.

With all her might, she stiff-armed him to the side before she marched to the railing and looked out over the sea.

Derek didn’t think he’d ever felt like such a bloody bastard. As he watched her at the rail, watched her small shoulders rise with each shuddering breath of fresh air, he knew.

She didn’t do it.

He couldn’t believe that she’d screamed at his crew or that she’d shoved him. But her indignant behavior was like a wedge opening up a stronghold of gut feeling. His instincts kicked in, and he simply understood. She must have been telling him the truth about what she was doing on his ship that night.

He turned from her and sought out Jeb. “Tell the rest of the crew that they are to treat Miss Lassiter as an honored guest aboard this ship.”

“Aye, Cap’n. We kinda figgered things out when we ’eard she clocked you in the face.”

He scowled at the sailor. “Your age doesn’t give you liberty to disrespect your captain.”

“No, but I can when my captain’s made an ass of ’imself.”

With a last menacing look, Derek turned from him and found a good place to watch her. For the next two hours, she stood at the rail. It was late afternoon when she finally laid her head on the wood. She was afraid someone would drag her back inside.

He didn’t think it was wise to approach her this soon, but he couldn’t let her fear him or his crew’s treatment of her any longer.

“Nicole,” he began when he stood behind her. She didn’t acknowledge him at all. “Look at me, please,” he said. He gently turned her to him, and noticed with a sharp pain in his chest that she furtively clutched the rail. “I don’t believe you tainted the water.”

She didn’t respond.

“Did someone so someone hurt your ship as well.”

“Just as I’ve said all along.”

He exhaled a deep breath. “I want to apologize to you—”

“Very well,” she said tightly.

He’d apologized, and she didn’t seem to care. “I am saying I’m sorry,” he grated.

“And I am saying, ‘Very well.’”

“What do you want from me? What do you want to set us straight?”

She looked right past him. “I want a ride to Sydney.” She walked away from him, following the rail.

As seemed always the case, he was at a loss where she was concerned. Every time he believed he had her figured out, what kind of person she really was, his whole idea of her became fragmented.

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