Page 62 of The Lord who Seduced Me
Cabe
London, England Dec 1812
After Cabe had made love to Rose, he pulled away from her naked body with a sigh and kissed her soft mouth.
She had let out a small sigh when he pressed his lips to hers, and when she shut her eyes and her breathing slowed, it was all Cabe could do to leave her in bed.
He stood by her bed and stared down at her perfect, beautiful face and tried his best to memorize her features.
Then when he could take it no longer, he moved to her small writing desk and pulled out a sheet of paper, some ink and a quill and wrote the hardest letter he had to write.
When he finished, Cabe placed it on his pillow and grabbed a handkerchief from her floor and doused it in her perfume.
He put it in his pocket and looked down at her one last time.
A tear trickled down his cheek as he thought of his upcoming voyage and his almost certain demise. It broke him, the thought of not seeing her ever again and he hoped and prayed he would come back to her.
Kissing her soft mouth one last time, he pulled away and did not look back. Walking out of her quiet house and to his own.
He knew that if he did not leave soon, he would not leave at all, and after the last letter from the Renegade, Cabe had immediately told Nathaniel that they would be setting sail this morning. He was done. He would finish this, and he would either live, or die.
He packed as quickly as he could, grabbing a few of the pictures he had drawn of Rose, and called for his carriage.
He and his crew would make a big show of getting on his ship and make certain that the Renegade’s man knew they were leaving.
Without another thought Cabe got in his carriage and rode in silence.
When they got to the docks, Cabe told his coachmen to send off three letters.
One, to his brother. If he died, Case would have to come back and claim the title, or it would die off.
Two, to someone that Cabe needed on his side and three to Burk and Brooks. Letting them know he set sail, and to be vigilant in keeping the family safe.
Cabe walked up the gangplank and to the helm, where Nathaniel stood with the crew.
Cabe motioned to the cabin boy to put his things in his cabin and he turned to the men on board.
“Thank you for being here. I know Nathaniel has told you about the upcoming battle and knowing that you did not have to come to this, but still did anyway show me what good men you are. And that means more to me and to my first mate than you realize. We need to set sail within the hour.”
Then he turned to the wheel and the men disbursed with a bark from Nathaniel.
They all knew what to do, and within the hour as Cabe had commanded they were pushing away from the docks, down the river Thames and out into the open ocean.
When it was time, Cabe called for the sails to be let out and within moments, the wind caught, and they were off.
Cabe fought everything in him to not look back, but he did. He had to one last time.
He hoped this would not be the last time he looked on these shores, and he savored them, nonetheless.
Holding his love for Rose close to his heart, along with the paper that held the proof of her virginity and their first time together, a picture he had drawn of her face, as well as her handkerchief doused in her perfume, Cabe silently bade his love farewell.
Turning away, he barked orders to his men and turned his ship to the horizon.
He was not certain where he was going to find the man or his crew, but Cabe and his crew would be vigilant.
They would not be in the middle of a storm, caught out in the open water waiting to be prey, no.
Cabe refused to be prey. Never again would he feel helpless when it came to the Renegade. He was going to find the Renegade and he was going to end his life.
