It had been three years since she’d seen him. Her last glimpse of him had been as he’d sprawled in bed, asleep. She’d taken one final look—he would have awakened if she’d tried to kiss him—and had slipped noiselessly out of his flat. Out of his life. Forever. Or so she’d thought.His transformation startled her. Word had reached her that he’d become a Man O’ War. She’d met other men who’d undergone the transformation. But none of those men had ever been her lover. None of them had touched her body—or her heart—intimately.Christopher had been a lanky man. Long legs, long arms. A body more lean than bulky. She used to amuse herself by tracing her fingers along the shapes of his ribs until he could no longer hold back his laughter. Never would she have anticipated a decorated naval captain to be ticklish.He was bigger now, thicker with muscle. His wide shoulders filled the blue wool of his coat, and his thighs pulled tight against his breeches. God, he’d even gotten taller.
