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Chapter 6

“Is there any way you can be certain we'll make it back to England on time?” Miriam asked, stepping on to the large ship.

Kane Maddox shook his head. “None, unfortunately. We'll just have to do our best. The rest can keep everything under wraps until we arrive. Anyway,” he paused and rubbed her pregnant stomach, “It's not like you can do anything at this point in time anyway.”

“Oh shut your mouth, Kane. I can too do anything I'd wish.”

“You need to take care of yourself in your delicate condition.”

Miriam kicked him in the shin. “I'll show you delicate condition.” She sneered at him and then grinned.

Kane rubbed his shin and returned the smile. “Fine. Just no running. Or shooting. You could possibly deafen the baby.”

“There is no way of knowing that is true,” she argued one more time as he pushed her along by the small of her back. Miriam pointed and waggled her finger in his face. Kane politely nodded, placating her until she was firmly planted on the ship with both feet.

“We'll discuss it later, Miriam. We need to get to our room here.”

“Do not dismiss me, Kane Maddox.”

His mouth dropped open. “I am not dismissing you. I am simply advising you, we need to be on the boat to discuss anything so it won't leave without us. It is a very long way to swim from Spain to London.”

“Fine,” she huffed and made her way toward the stairs. Kane watched as she handed her trunks to the ship’s help, who loaded them into the boat and carried them below deck.