The Art of Taming a Rake (Legendary Lovers 4)

She ignored his amused drawl. “I could hire a ship and captain, perhaps, but I would rather not depend on strangers in this endeavor. You see…I am not very fond of sailing.”

A vast understatement, Kate reflected. In fact she had a base fear of ships, considering how her parents had perished. “I can swim quite well,” she explained. “You will recall the lake at Beauvoir where I grew up? But I have a morbid fear of drowning at sea.”

“And you need someone to cosset your sensibilities.”

Certain now that he was ragging her, Kate smiled. “Alas, yes. I concede that I am craven. But there are other reasons you would be a better choice. Even if I could employ men to search for the wreck, I might have to deal with the pirates. I am English. After decades of war, the French are not exactly our bosom friends. I suspect pirates are much fonder of you Americans, since many of them aided you during the war.”

Deverill frowned as he pulled on a linen shirt and began tucking the hem into his breeches. A pity to cover all that bare flesh, Kate thought before scolding herself and concentrating on what he was saying.

“…it could be dangerous.”

“Perhaps, but pirates are unlikely to threaten you.”

He cast her a wry glance. “I am not concerned about my own skin, but yours. A young lady travelling along the coast needs protection.”

“Which is why I am asking you.”

“What about your family? Will they be accompanying you?”

“Although they would all very much like a resolution, they are not as adamant as I am. And they are all busy starting their own families.”

Kate watched as Deverill wrapped a length of cambric around his neck and began tying a cravat in a plain knot. The white fabric contrasted appealingly with his tanned skin. Indeed, clean-shaven, he was even more attractive—Stop that, you ninny.

She drew a steadying breath. “So you see, I want to lay my loved ones to rest. That is my one condition. I will help you find a bride if you will help me by taking me to France afterward.”

Deverill hesitated while he donned a coat of serviceable brown kerseymere. “Very well. I agree.”

Her eyebrow rose skeptically. “You do?”

“Why do you seem so surprised?”

“I thought it would require more effort to convince you.”

“But you are Princess Katharine. You have always been able to wrap men around your finger and persuade them to do your bidding.”

She gave him an arch look. “Some men, perhaps, but not you. And you oughtn’t call me princess since I am not of royal blood. You clearly have a great deal to learn about British customs, along with any number of other matters.” She paused as the urgency occurred to her. “We have very little time—merely a month till the end of the Season. We should begin working on a plan at once.”

Fetching his stockings and boots, Deverill crossed the room and sat down in the adjacent chair to put them on.

Kate disliked his proximity but forced herself to remain seated as she studied his attire. His coat fit his muscular physique well enough, but the style screamed “provincial.”

“Our first order of business,” she said, “should be to find you a good tailor. You don’t want to look like a backwoods colonial, Mr. Deverill—Lord Valmere, I mean. I suppose I should address you by your new title.”

“Pray don’t. I prefer you call me Brandon as you once did.”

“You must grow accustomed to it, my lord.”

He grimaced. “I will have a difficult time.”

“It will become easier with practice. I, however, will have my work cut out for me if I hope to turn a brash American merchant into an acceptable English nobleman.”

An amused gleam reentered his eyes. “I am part English. My paternal bloodline should count in my favor.”

“But you are a scandalous privateer,” she said sweetly.

“Says the lady shockingly dressed as a lad. You’ve never objected much to scandal before, if I recall. None of your family has. With you advising me, I should fit into the ton well.”

His retort was reminiscent of the sparring they’d done when they were both younger, but as pleasant as it was, Kate knew she would be unwise to encourage him. “I have had to curtail my scandalous inclinations of late, and I trust you will do the same if you wish to attract a genteel bride. We should begin as soon as possible. Are you free tomorrow morning?”