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He walked as if the ground owed him homage, his by right. Images of the pirate who haunted her dreams with his strong clever fingers and wicked mouth danced across her mind.

Shocked, she squeezed her eyes shut against the flutter of desire low in her belly. Embarrassed, she ignored the salacious sensations.

The last passenger was level with her now. A scarf swathed about his head covered all but his eyes beneath a hat pulled down low. He wore a fashionable greatcoat—a thing with many capes. Too short. Perhaps that was why he’d left it undone. The boots on his feet were scuffed and worn. A man who, for all his appearance of pride, wore second-hand clothes.

‘Mrs MacDonald?’

The man’s voice had the lilt of the Highlands and a raspy disused quality. And he had spoken her name. Her heart followed her stomach to the floor.

‘I am Mrs MacDonald,’ she said, unable to keep the edge from her voice.

He bowed, hand to heart. ‘Andrew Gilvry, at your service.’