Happy Sunday! Let’s start with the winner of Pamela Nowak’s book! Congratulations goes to Liette Bougie!
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I hope you are all much warmer than I’ve been this week. We have no heat on the boat, and the heater I ordered has not yet arrived.
We are about an hour south of Annapolis by water (or fifteen minutes by car) and were under a hurricane threat until Friday morning.
This view hasn’t changed much at all this week, although, on Wednesday we did see children braving the wind, cold, and, eventually, rain.
I’ve been through a number of hurricanes and a typhoon, but never on a boat before. Suffice it to say that despite my apparent sangfroid, “Honey, we’ll be fine here. If need be, we will just go a little upriver.” I had a hard time concentrating on anything but the weather, and very little writing was accomplished on, A Promise of Love, a novella that will be published in February as part of a boxed set. I did manage to scribble this.
Before assisting her into the town coach, Frank kissed the palm of Jenny’s hand, closing her fingers around it. “Until this evening.”
She wished she did not have to leave, but at least she’d see him soon. “Until then.”
Once she was settled, he shut the door, and Geoff used his cane to tap on the roof. The carriage lurched forward, and they were soon traveling through Town. She glanced out the window, wishing again that she had not had to leave, but perhaps a little distance would do she and Frank good. At his brother’s house, it would have been hard to stay away from him. And, if she was honest, out of his bed. Now that temptation was gone. After all, she had only met him last night. Normally, she was slow to take to a new person, but he had captured her interest almost immediately.
“You seem quite taken with Lord Frank,” Sarah said.
Jenny wasn’t sure if she was ready to share her feelings yet. Her aunt might think it was too soon to feel so much for a man. She gave herself an inner shrug. It was her life and her decision. “I am. He has asked if he could court me, and I gave him permission.”
Across the short expanse of the coach, Geoff barked a laugh and held out his hand. “You owe me a guinea, my love.”
Sarah fished a coin out of her reticule, handing it over.
“You wagered on me?” Jenny couldn’t believe what had happened. “You never gamble.”
A blush stole up Sarah’s neck into her cheeks. “Yes, well, I did not think I would lose. Therefore, it was not wagering.”
We went to a sailor’s conference over this weekend and were able to commiserate with the other sailors in the anchorage. We’re now just experiencing high winds.
Hopefully, the winds will die out tomorrow, and we will be able to make out way up to Annapolis for the sailboat show.
How was your week?