Free Nicole Jordan by The Passion

reminders of her lost loved ones or the strain and tension of living in her father’s household.
    It was unlikely she would ever have another opportunity like this. Marrying Nicholas Sabine was the only way she would have true independence. As his widow, she would have the tranquility she longed for.
    Of course, the marriage vows would have to be consummated.
One night. Can you give me that?
He had implied that he could show her passion she never dreamed of, and she didn’t doubt him. Yet she would have to surrender her innocence to him…. Her mind sheared away from the thought of carnal intimacy with the dark-eyed adventurer.
    Aurora exhaled slowly, ignoring the knot coiling in her stomach. The intimacy of the marriage bed would only make her emotional conflict worse. But if she could manage to get through one night without letting herself grow even more dangerously attached…If she forced herself to maintain a rational detachment, treating her marriage simply as a business proposition, to be concluded as swiftly as possible. If she simply did what had to be done…
    Steeling herself, Aurora pushed away from the tree trunk, willing herself to calm. She might be making a very great mistake, but her decision had been made.
    She would agree to become Nicholas Sabine’s bride.
    Tomorrow would be her wedding day.
     
     
    “She accepted my suit?” Nicholas repeated, wanting to be certain he hadn’t misunderstood his visitor’s announcement.
    “Yes,” Percy assured him. “And furthermore, Commander Madsen has agreed to defer your sentence for another day so that your nuptials might go forward. You and Aurora are to wed tomorrow night.”
    Nick let out his breath slowly, releasing the tension that had knotted his gut ever since his capture. “You have my sincerest gratitude, Percy, for allowing me to present my case to your cousin, and for helping persuade her.”
    “I didn’t have much of a hand in persuading her. Aurora made up her own mind.”
    “I imagine you underestimate your influence.” Nicholas walked over to a table that now held a decanter and several glasses. “Will you help me celebrate my good fortune with a glass of wine?”
    “Wine?” Percy frowned slightly as he glanced around the dingy prison cell. “I see you even have chairs now. Your accommodations seem to have improved since I was here last.”
    “Compliments of Commander Madsen, to express his regret at having to imprison me,” Nick said dryly.
    “Ah, yes. He said he owes you a debt of gratitude. I understand his brother’s wife was one of the many people you ferried to safety during that uprising on St. Lucia six years ago.”
    “So he says. I’m afraid I don’t precisely recall her.”
    “Madsen remembers it clearly enough. It’s why he agreed so readily to delay your execution.” Percy smiled faintly as he accepted his glass from Nick. “In fact, he seemed delighted to oblige. I think he’s frankly angry to be left with the responsibility for carrying out such distasteful orders. And there is no love lost between him and Lord Admiral Foley, either. Madsen mentioned that he would much prefer to ship you to Barbados and let Foley deal with you.”
    “I’ll have to see that the commander receives some significant token of my appreciation after I’m gone.”
    “A case of good French brandy would do nicely, I expect,” Percy said with little humor. “As allies of the Frogs, you Americans have greater access to the necessities of life than we do.” He glanced at the sleeping cot with distaste. “It would be even better if Madsen could be persuaded to find other quarters for you. My cousin deserves more suitable accommodations than the fortress dungeon for her bridal bower.”
    “She does indeed,” Nicholas said with quiet grimness. “Don’t worry. I’ll make certain Madsen is persuaded.”
    “Good. But he may be willing to do it for Aurora’s sake as well as your own. He’s become rather smitten by her.”
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