“You’re sure you do not wish to investigate the possibility of passage with Monsieur Beauchamp?” “Aye, I’m sure,” Jamie said dryly. “Put myself and my wife in the power of a man I dinna ken and whose motives are suspect, in a wee boat on a wide sea? Even a man who didna suffer from seasickness might boggle at that prospect, no?” Fergus’s face split in a grin. “Milady proposes to stick you full of needles again?” “She does,” Jamie replied, rather crossly. He hated being stabbed repeatedly, and disliked being obliged to appear in public—even within the limited confines of a ship—bristling with
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