Free Unsinkable by Lynn Murphy Page A

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    Beckett knew the words that he had written and tried hard to fight against them. But he knew that he wanted this to follow his storyline. He wanted to hold her closer and kiss her passionately. He wanted what followed. Whether it was right or wrong. And he was so caught up in it that he no longer cared what was right and what was wrong. He just wanted Carrington.
     
    Carrington kissed Beckett and felt her heart pounding. She was in love with him, she knew it. Whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted to go, whatever he had written in the book , that was what she wanted. She didn’t need to ask him what was going to happen. It was simply going to happen, that much she certain of.
     
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    Beckett reached for Carrington in the darkness and she moved closer to him. His arms went around her. “We’ll never know if it was because we love each other or because I wrote it,” he whispered.
     
    “I will. It’s because I love you. And you love me. You must.”
     
    “But I wrote it in the book. It was just like that…”
     
    “Do you love me?”
     
    Beckett raised up on one elbow. “More than life itself.”
     
    “Then this was going to happen eventually.”
     
    “Not like this, not in secret aboard the same ship where our parents and friends were. We would have waited until we knew each other better. Maybe until we were married.”
     
    “Or perhaps not. You can’t plan every moment, Beckett. Sometimes life just happens. Isn’t that what you’ve been saying that you want? Isn’t that why you don’t want the job you’re expected to take at the bank? Why you want to write?”
     
    “I don’t know any more why I want to write. Or if I’m even any good at it.  Or if I should even finish this book. This was supposed to be my way out of the life I was expected to step into. Now I have no idea what I want, what I should do.”
     
    “Does that include me?”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “Am I a part of what you aren’t sure you want?”
     
    “Oh, I want you, Carrington. I want you to be a part of whatever life I finally end up leading.” He kissed her gently and brushed a lock of hair off her face.
     
    “Finish the book, Beckett.  Finish it before you make any other decisions.”
     
    “Do I finish it the way you want it, or I want it to end?”
     
    “Write it. Just see what happens.”
     
    “It doesn’t bother you that I seem to be controlling our fate?”
     
    “In one way or another, don’t we all have the chance to do that?”
     
    He laughed softly. “I don’t know. I never thought about it.”
     
    “Then maybe you should.”
     
    He kissed her again. “Maybe I should.”
     
    She sat up. “What time is it? I have to get back. Mother will have a fit if she finds out I was here.”
     
    “Early morning, I think.” Beckett reached for his watch. “Oh no. Almost daylight.”
     
    Carrington reached for her gown and robe and threw them on hastily. “I’m going now. Don’t even think about walking me to the door. You’ll kiss me and someone will see…”
     
    He pulled her close. “I would kiss you.”
     
    “Beckett, I have to go…now.”
     
    He kissed her once more and let her go.
     
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    Carrington slipped down the corridor quietly, relieved that she had seen no one, not even so much as a porter. She was grateful to be part of the idle rich, the group that wasn’t interested in rising at the crack of dawn, at least not aboard the Titanic. She turned her key in her stateroom door and gently closed the door.
     
    “Where have you been?”
     
    Her mother sat on the settee, stiff backed and disapproving.
     
    “I just couldn’t sleep. I went for a walk.”
     
    “A walk?” Rose’s expression clearly showed she didn’t believe that.
     
    “The story over dinner. I just couldn’t sleep.”
     
    “Where did