He had an awkward hold on her, but he didn’t stop until they were within his cabin and away from prying eyes. Entering the dark space, he lowered his sodden burden upon the bed before lighting a single lantern. The light swayed and pitched in its brass mooring, throwing odd shapes and shadows across the room. Gavin rode the rock of the ship with his feet splayed and hands upon his hips. He fought to control his breathing as well as his emotions as they swept from anger, to fear, to relief, and back to fury. She could have been killed in a dozen horrifying ways. Fallen to the deck. Swept out to sea. Hung in the ropes. He could have lost her. The thought punched the air from his lungs. He knelt next to the bed. The wind had torn her hair from its braid, and it obscured the view of her lovely face. He brushed the wet strands aside. She’d lost her boots and one stocking on her trip from the deck, and her clothing was soaked through.
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