Page 75 of An Imperfect Scoundrel

“To wait in America until the murderer is captured, then to return to Wiltshire—”

“With a husband.”

“Or without,” she continued, narrowing her eyes. “But with would make the next part of my scheme easier to manage.”

Cedric raised his eyebrows. “The next part?”

“Aidan agreed to marry if I did, then, together, we would find Patrick a wife.”

Patrick would hate that plan.

“Is your oldest brother aware of your scheme?”

“There wasn’t time to inform him before I sailed for America.”

“I wish you luck with your endeavor.” He tucked an arm behind his head, keeping the other stretched across the small of her back. His fingers drew tiny circles on her skin. “Tell me about this killer pursuing you.”

“He’s not chasing me… yet.”

She attempted to sit up, but Cedric shook his head, a subtle side-to-side movement indicating she was to remain stretched across his chest.

“Many years ago, my uncle died unexpectedly. His death was made to look like an accident, but it was recently revealed that he was murdered. The man responsible has now focused his attention on my cousins.”

“And since you are also related, your brother viewed that connection as a risk?” Cedric asked, knowing he would have made the same decision had he been faced with that situation.

“He did.” She sighed. “When he learns my ship was attacked by pirates, he’s going to blame himself.”

“Would you like to send your brother a letter?”

“I’m not asking for money.”

“I didn’t request that of you. Our agreement has changed unless you’d prefer to return to your cabin boy duties.”

“No.” She shuddered and pressed her face into his chest.

“Then don’t fear my intentions. Write your letter, and I’ll have Mr. Hayward send the missive with my letter to Charles Ashmore’s sister.” The words had the desired effect.

Alana popped up and glared at him.

“Why are you writing to Miss Ashmore?”

“Do you know her?” He forced a light tone into his voice, attempting to sound indifferent.

“We’ve met on a handful of occasions. She’s a lovely young woman. I can’t say the same for her father. Her manners are obviously attributed to her brother’s influence.” Alana jutted out her chin. “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you speaking to her?”

“I send Miss Ashmore money.”

Cedric nearly laughed aloud at the shocked expression on Alana’s face.

“You do?”

“Every month.”

“But, why?” She was staring at him as if he’d suddenly turned into an octopus.

“I owe a debt to Miss Ashmore’s father, whose character you’ve correctly determined, and since he refuses to accept payment, I give the funds to her.”

“But you’re a pirate.” She shifted, trying to flip over onto her back, but again, Cedric stopped her, keeping her locked to his body.